Not too long ago --
I'd leave work early on fridays ( It's good to be the owner ) - get home - uncover the vette - gunk the motor -wash - blow dry - wax - suck the interior - do the tires - recover -------- 6:AM - uncover - run the California duster over it -- go to 7/11 - coffee & bun - slow ride to OBI - lot was 1/2 full - find a spot near another vette - sit in the beach chair - sit and yack for about 2 &1/2 hours - go home ---
After about the 147th. time --- it got a wee-bit boring ---
So friday night -- I gassed the YJ - went to my favorite mud hole for a lite coating - covered in case it rained over night -- got up at 8:AM - uncovered - tossed a hand full of mud on it from the neighbors flower bed - 7/11 - coffee & bun - hit bumper to bumper traffic after the first bridge ---- parking lot was packed -- only noticed 2 or 3 Jeeps -- waved hello to the geezers by the nice blue one --- went home --- the ride changes - but - same old / same old ----
I was once a tree house.
I lived in a cake.
But I never saw the way - the orange slayed the rake --