Standing on El Paso time…
The scariest part of the weekend was Friday evening’s drive. That, in and of itself isn’t frightening. Usually, Grace or Bubba just toss me the keys to one of their rides, one of which, is a real redneck limo, diesel 350 with a flatbed full of welding gear, and the other is the little woman’s ride, and it always smells nice. I return the favor by trying to leave a full tank of gas.
But one daughter is now merchant marine, and Friday morning, I had to use her ride, instead. Unbeknownst to me, it didn’t have current registration, no inspection sticker, and no insurance, none of which would’ve bothered me, and, to be honest, I didn’t know, nor was it mentioned, until I got to New Mexico – “Dude, no, I mean, in New Mexico, it won’t matter, you’ve got valid Texas tags.” Okay, sure.
But the ride home? I got in the slightly illegal vehicle, and one headlamp was burned out. My only complaint, really, has to do with the number of people actually going the speed limit: none. I did make it in under the radar, though. Safe and sound.
Unrelated:
To a Pisces, “Don’t play Koi with me.”
This must be El Paso:
The place we went for dinner? “Special Lent Menu” but inside? The same menu items as always – it was a local chain, great stuff.
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