Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Redneck For A Day.

While my car was being serviced yesterday, I was given this monstrosity in which to tool around town. And burn serious calories parallel parking.

I don't own a gun rack, and I'd like to shoot Keith Urban out of the nearest cannon, but I kinda dug cruising into the Whole Foods parking lot with a cargo bed the size of a squash court. So much so, I came this close to getting mullet extensions.