nice.

Clayton Melinckovich aint gonna let this bullshit with big hunter Cody Roberts end easy. Sublette County Attorney Clayton Melinkovich...

Francois gives the basics of 2cv operations.

25 hours after boardin that train we pull into the driveway happy to be back in teh upstates where i belong... only damage...

notice the straps were gittin a little too loose fer comfort, so i pulled off the highway into the closets parking lot to snug em up. this thing was...

met up with the missus with the avis rent a truck and our u-haul car haulin deck in the shopping center parking lot across the street. had her loaded...

leisurely disembarking as we have to wait for the cars to unload. motorcycles offloaded first. they send that...

almost there. time to slay that bathroom... fact.

time to head up fer teh dinners.

first in line for fresh tracks... as usual. fact.

"riser4 I wanna know what it sounds like. " like this...

fuck cancer.

after them tasty egg and tiny bubbles we went back to the nursery to load up the Fourgonette for the ride to sanford. figured that was safer than...

meanwhile,back at the ranch... 3rd tornado in three years. wtf?

he takes us to his buddies french restaurant so he could commiserate with his countryman about the paltry monetary compensation he recieved for his...

asked ol francois what his retirement plans were now that the gubmint done ruined his museum and he tells me hes gonna go cruise the desert southwest...

gots a wine bar in the hoity toity section too...

the collection was an amazing array of mostly vintage french working class vehicles...

all the way in the back, next to the massive villa that is his home, is the museum of everyday french cars that Francois has spent the last 40 years...

back on task, it was time to head to the mariposa nursery to pick up my 2cv... the place was absolutely hudge!

had to park bout a mile anna half away to avoid occupied lands, and then the fuckin suffer fest began... jeezus fuckin christ florida heats and...

then off on a side quest for a while. great aunt margaret listened to that golden throat-ed southern swindler and picked herself up three sweet...

out of the airport and into that fuckin horrendous florida heats an humidities... fuck that shit. quickstop at P-Mans Cycle shop to meet up with...

then off ta bed cause i gotta be up at the buttcrack of dawn for the schlep down to tampa via Hotlanta...