Spring is taking too long in coming. I'm going off in a rumble and cloud of smoke to find it. I took the tarp off of BigRed this afternoon ('73 IH; 392 International engine, stock Holley carb, 3:73 ratio and 20 gallons to the mile). This Travelall Doll has enough room for whoever wants to ride along. Lord knows, I've always been one to pick up anything that ain't nailed down.The lure of the open road. Forget the Kerouac nonsense, this is all in fun. Bare feet on the roasting tarmac, cutoff jeans, and road food. The only reference to JK here is the quote "my witness is the empty sky" carved into the back of the driver's seat by a bored (and boring) senior year boyfriend.
BigRed is decked out in her finery, including the HORN BROKEN- WATCH FOR FINGER bumpersticker. We've got candy necklaces on the rearview mirror, and if another car wants to caravan...well...we ain't that hard to spot!!
The radio is broken. No great loss, the AM cut out every time the wind changed direction anyways. You'll have to sing for yourself. "Goin' where the water tastes like wine, Lord Lord, Ain't gonna be treated this 'ol way"
