Let this be a warning–it’s getting to be garden season, my yard is a disaster area of broken stuff, half-finished projects from last year, fallen stuff, stuff that got crushed by fallen stuff, an old fiberglass truck cap, some seriously maintenance-ready cold frames, and one highly abused trampoline that has really and truly seen better days.
Can you say “Appalachian trailer park?” I thought you could.
Right now, my driveway is partially occupied by a large installation art piece–a sculpture, really–on the turn-of-the-century awakening of the American automobile industry and it’s attempts to re-imagine and recover it’s international relevance, both pre- and post-9/11 petroleum inflation. It’s a compelling piece, though somewhat worn and weathered.
(On a related note, if anyone is interested in a 1998 Buick LeSabre with 170,000 miles–auto-adjusting rear suspension is shot, muffler bracket is broken from frame, and it needs either front brakes or bearings. It used to be fast–it swings the big 3.8L six–still has leather seats….just saying. But I digress….)
I might consider a trade for one of these…
Badass, right? Well, don’t tell me.