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JenEllen 20 Feb 01 - 12:44 AM
Sorcha 20 Feb 01 - 12:55 AM
wysiwyg 20 Feb 01 - 12:58 AM
wysiwyg 20 Feb 01 - 01:01 AM
JenEllen 20 Feb 01 - 01:13 AM
rangeroger 20 Feb 01 - 01:43 AM
catspaw49 20 Feb 01 - 01:44 AM
JenEllen 20 Feb 01 - 02:08 AM
Amos 20 Feb 01 - 02:19 AM
rangeroger 20 Feb 01 - 03:00 AM
JenEllen 20 Feb 01 - 03:49 AM
GUEST,Matt_R 20 Feb 01 - 09:05 AM
MMario 20 Feb 01 - 09:17 AM
The Sugar Dog (inactive) 20 Feb 01 - 09:31 AM
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Subject: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 12:44 AM

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"

FIRST STOP


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Sorcha
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 12:55 AM

OH, Jen Elle, you go girl!! Winter has hung on too long here too, with a possible Spring JuvieLupus Addendum.........let's get the Wagon and All go for a ride!!


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 12:58 AM

Oooooh! Katcina and I will rendezvous with you at the ()*^%^&(*)HG*(KNL" checkpoint! We'll do the Chinese Fire Drill there to swap carmates. Go get Jeri right away. She'll be surprised-- I tried to warn her but the message got lost. But I'm sure she's IN.

As we discussed, codenames for all female participants are required. One is either a Thelma or a Louise. I gotta pack up some tunes and dogfood; I hear Louise coming.

BTW, in the movie? It's not like in this virtual real life (VRL). In VRL, at the cliff's edge? We fly, of course. Crash? Wal, why????

~Thel


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 01:01 AM

Smorch, I think you is a Louise. Whatchoo gonna wear for this do? I got me my red gingham wear-everywhere dress and my glitter hair clips...no, the big red heart hair clips.

~T~


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 01:13 AM

Jes' call me "Enamorata".

Window rolled down, and left leg curled up with my foot out the window. The breeze is whistling through my blue metallic painted toenails. Cut-off jeans and a cut-off "My Daddy rides a Harley" t-shirt. Pony-tail all ponied up in one of Thelma's dayglo rainbow shoelaces so the wind don't knot my curls.

That waitress at the RoadKill looked like she needed to be rescued. There's plenty of room darlin'..hop on in. Them's is right lousy tippers if you ask me. S'allright honey-doll, you stick with us you have LOTS of fun.

SECOND STOP

~Enamorata


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: rangeroger
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 01:43 AM

Screaming up from behind at twice the speed of light, comes rangeroger in his 1942 Ford GPW jeep.5:33 gears in the rear and 4:88s in the front,because you don't want the rear end to catch up with the front.

Deftly throwinf levers to and gro ( still transposing f and g) he downshifts his Warn All-Range Overdrive to bring his speed down to normal light speed,38 MPH.

"Hi Ladies,Thelma and Louise and Thelma and Louise and Enamorata.May I caravan along with you on this road trip? If I may, will you also share the secret of the stops.My blue-clickey thing reponds with "The publisher, Mudcat Cafe,is unable to find the requested page."

rr


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: catspaw49
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 01:44 AM

Grease took a look at the string of cars and their female occupants as they left the station, tanked up and ready to go. The gas jock said they were just out cruising. He looked at the Chevy parked in the far bay and felt an old passion stirring inside.

Maybe later. Finish up the water pump on the econobox he was leaning on and then maybe he'd catch up. He walked over to the convertible and checked for the title in the glovebox. He had about 50 bucks in his wallet and he threw it in with the title. That ought to be enough to buy some gas and food til the title could make him some real money. Popping the hood he looked down at a mill he knew by heart; every burnished nut and Grade 8 bolt. Dual AFB's underneath the Jimmy blower bespoke the Isky, Jahns, and Melling parts in the balanced, blueprinted, ported, and polished, Big Rat motor. The whole thing looked so out of place in the primered car. The reversed scoop on the hood was the only giveaway, but even that looked so shoddily installed that few would give it a second thought. The rest of the rod was the equal of the plant. Moog, Dana, Aadco, Muncie.....he had spared nothing except paint.

Grease thought of Blondy and their previous confrontations but he figured he wouldn't see him on this trip. Yeah, a trip....a run, and maybe a race or two. He had decided for sure now. He picked up the Snap-On ratchet and headed for the water pump job in the first bay. What a piece of crap. Just finish it up he thought. He needed the time off. He needed the road. He needed the female companionship. Mostly, he knew he needed to prove he still had it. All that weird stuff awhile back had shaken him and he'd made excuses for not racing. Now was the time to see if anything was left.

Spaw


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 02:08 AM

(LOL..Hiya RR!! So, by the math on Amos' thread, that makes you screaming at what?? 78mph? The only secret of the stops is how in the hell I've lasted this long not being able to do a proper blue clicky...First stop was roadkill cafe and the second was the 24hr chruch of Elvis)

"What's your name honey? Ruth? Well that's a pretty name. You can ride shotgun darlin. This big ol' boat can seat 4 in the front seat alone!
Sure thing doll, you can stay with us as long as you like. Nope, no conditions, you just do what you can.
*Gives a wink and a fifty to the guy who filled the tank. Cute smile, she thinks, and he managed to scrape the bugs off the windscreen too*

How did I get here? Darlin', that story could take us from here to CarHenge (another blue clicky that I ain't EVEN gonna try!!) to tell...
Now, I wish I could say it was some starlight epiphany, or a lightning bolt from the blue, but I can't. More like a case of the secret to a long life is knowing when it's time to go, y'know?
Like, I used to live right near the ocean. A sweet little bungalow with my boyfriend Ted. Now, Ted was dense. The Lord said 'smarts' and Ted thought he said 'farts' and Ted figured he'd just make his own, y'know? And Ted wanted to be a ROCK STAR. Not just a musician, but a ROCK STAR. There weren't no bones about THAT. Only problem being Ted couldn't carry a tune in a bucket if he used both hands.
So one night a coupla weeks ago, I get off work at the Safeway, and come home to Ted wailing away at what he thought FreeBird was supposed to sound like....and I didn't even put her outta gear. I just kept driving to my friend Peggy's house. Turns out that Peggy and her fella were gonna get a quickie down in Reno and they needed a lift.
So I calls my boss from the payphone at the KOA and gave him the old 'take this job and shove it' routine, and went home to pack some clothes. Ted was passed out on the couch with his guitar (it still counts as practice if you don't drop the guitar) And I left him just like that.
I had a good life, don't get me wrong, there just wasn't no THERE there, y'know? So I go where I want. No, I can't speak for none of them. Thelma and Louise gotta tell there own stories.
Oh sure, you can crawl in the back for a snooze. You can't do nothing back there that ain't been done before! Jes' yell stop if you gotta pee or stretch you walkers. Next stop Montgomery, AL to drop some flowers at the grave of a sad guy who's been on my mind.

~Enamorata


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Amos
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 02:19 AM

Fix them links, Joe Clone -- someone made them relative to the Cafe, and this convoy is pure-dee absolute in nature. We're leaving relatives outta it!

...From a Buckydome on a rolling meadow slope overlooking the highway, he looked down the length of the ice-trimmed hummocks that were once green, down the snaking patchy-black asphalt river that pointed into the infinite, and he hummed an old R Johnson blues as he thought of the many, many intersections the thin strip of blacktop could lead him to. He stood up suddenly as a giant red IH, chased by a motley connection of other vehicles and a cloud of blue-gray smoke, poot-pooted past the pasture borders and wneded off toward the distant interstate. Something clicked; he reached for the mouse, saved his last chapter, and threw back the dregs of cold coffee.

Shortly, in the large underground garage behind the geodesic dome, the deep basso watery bubble of an 1939 Indian could be heard, revving high and falling low, as it found its voice after months of disuse.

He had heard the call, and this time he would not say No...


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: rangeroger
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 03:00 AM

Well Enamorata it sure does feel good to be on this road trip.And if I can't blue-clickey a vitrual stop.I'll close my eyes and visualize a virtual stop in the fathomless depths of my mind'

By the way,since your IH is Big Red, I guess my jeep will be Little Yellow ( with rust).

This winter has had me down also.Had to dig the jeep out of the snow to make this trip.Since my speepometer reads a reasonable rate now ,instead of 2C +or- 2mph,I think I'll break out my guitar and sing a song as we mosey down this beautiful byway.

I woke up today and found frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
But when the sun turned traitor cold
And shivering trees were standing in a naked row
I got the urge for going
yet I never seem to go

I get the urge for going
when the meadow grass is turning brown
Summer time is falling down
Winter's coming on

rr


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 03:49 AM

Whooo-eee, listen to them luverly sounds coming outta that Lil'Yeller One!! How does he manage to play AND drive?? Talents that must me examined more closely around the campfire tonight, eh??

You know gals, that cute pump jockey reminded me of a Greaseball I knew way back in the way back. Man, that 'rod could do some damage! Quit yer laughin', I meant the CAR,..the CAR!!

I heard somehweres up the coast there is a gigantic 30ft fiberglass lobster, and a house sided entirely in beer cans. Whaddya say?

Get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
We'll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way outta town
Don't drink the water, there seems to be something ailin' everyone
I'm gonna clear my head, I'm gonna drink that sun
I'm gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young

~Enamorata


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: GUEST,Matt_R
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 09:05 AM

Who's that comin' up the road? Wild harmonica blasts of the THE SWAMP SONG usher in the entity formerly known as Mbo, sodajerk no longer. Now decked out in USMC surplus safety boots and a vintage Marines sateen field jacket. Unshaved. Guitar slung on the back, with wild strings flying from the tuning head. A pick jammed under the low E. A harmonic harness around his neck, screaming out those familiar musical strains, letting THE SWAMP make itself known.

Bwa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa wah....


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: MMario
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 09:17 AM

In upper middle west central New York a portly but shrinking figure pauses while feeding the livestock. A shiver passes up and down his spine while the hairs on neck and arm rise to attention. Mud season hasn't quite hit, but a premonition of spring strikes him as the animals crowd around, more then a little peeved that he has paused in distributing their feed.

What caused this? Doesn't smell like spring, no sounds of spring peepers, not a crocus in sight. The geese haven't started flying north yet, though a couple of flocks have been spending time cruising east and west between lakes.

Then it hit him. The feeling bore the unmistakeable impression. BIG RED was on the move!


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: The Sugar Dog (inactive)
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 09:31 AM

From the cozy interior of a leather saddlebag, a fluffy trail is seen streaming in the wind. Hastily pulling her right ear back inside the bag, Sugar Dog starts to wake up, an impish grin stealing over her muzzle.

Huh, dat boah on de move agin'. Las' rahd sure were fun! Dis one look lahk fun too, but Ah bes' wake mahseff up! I gots to catch a stop an' hop back outta here-- dese saddlebag wrinkles is itchin' mah nose! Ah fittin' tuh hop up front wid Miz E-namorata-- heh heh heh.... oo, EE we go for a ride! Bet she give ole Sugar Dog a good scratch, too.


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: GUEST,Matt_R
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 10:12 AM

Sugah Dawg, this here is the Swamp Hog...Looks like we got ourselves a convoy...

BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh (typographic Doppler effect)


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: GUEST,mgarvey@pacifier.com
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 10:31 AM

actually I have a little song called Big Red's Saloon ...here is the first verse and chorus and I'll post the rest after work.

Down in old Big Red's Saloon they're singing a far different tune and it's sugn by the loggers standing idle at noon down in old Big Red's Saloon

in their big red suspenders and red flannel caps they wait for the beer to come out of the taps and thinking that someday and maybe perhaps they'll come back to old Big Red's Saloon.

mg


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: The Sugar Dog (inactive)
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 11:57 AM

aw-hee-hee hah, haw, HUH!


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Mr Red
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 12:25 PM

JenEllen. Send us post cards, we'll fill in the pictures.

My li'll old "coupe tup" ain't movin fer a month. Not much tupping But it sure is RED.

Crediton FF, middle of nowhere's in Devon, UK that is - March 30th.


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 01:56 PM

To: Mr Red
Middle of Nowhere
Devon, UK

Well, as you can see from the front of the postcard, they grow JackRabbits so big here that cowboys can saddle them and ride'em!!

The trip has gone well so far, although, if I ever see another piece of red licorice or get a whiff of pork rinds, well...it'll be too soon.

We have a rusty YellowJeep and a Rumblin'Injun in the caravan, and we've just recently picked up a dawg and a young gentleman in UNIFORM!! (Stuck out his leg and we just couldn't resist pulling over!)

Next stop, who knows!

~E~


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Homeless
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 02:23 PM

And at the next dusty crossroad the caravan passes by a scruffy looking fellow on an old Sportster throbbing like crazy - the last year of the shakers. Decked out in denim and leather, ponytail pulled back by four ties, he sits astride a stripped down chopper with a blue/purple/black flip-flop paint job that can only be accomplished by putting candy apple blue over metal-flake burgundy. The throaty roar of the straight pipes adds to the already thunderous roar as he twists the wick and drops into line off the Indian's back corner. Those behind the new addition notice the vanity plate saying MCMLXVI and can only wonder at its significance.


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 02:30 PM

Blondy saw the Repo Man pull up and park half a block down the street. He watched him sidle up to the 'vette and try the key in the door lock, smile in satisfaction, then start up the sidewalk toward the apartment door with the Claim Papers. He'd have to make a final collect attempt before he took the car. Blondy grabbed a handfull of wrinkled bills off of the kitchen table, a battered hooded UCLA sweatshirt, and slid out the back door. He heard the door bell ring through the side-yard window as he softly padded around and up to the Stingray, eased the door open, twisted the key and felt the 390 throttle up. He laughed at the chubby Repo man jogging down the sidewalk to shout something unintelligible but probably obscene at him.

Blondy gassed up at the 7/11 and grabbed a Coke and a Polish Sausage. He headed toward the State Highway, balancing the pop between his knees, the hot dog clenched in his teeth as he shifted and steered, and he popped a copy of Steve Earle's Transcendental Blues into the cassette slot. He sat at the stop sign for nearly three minutes, trying to decide whether his life should go left or right, when he saw the approach of a rather bizarre caravan led by a red RV and...wait! The woman at the wheel was...Yeah! I remember now! And that beat-up POS Chevy rumbling along like distant artillery fire sure looked familiar...Hell yes.

Blondy tagged a left and swept the vette into the caravan.


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Morticia
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 03:01 PM

A diminutive figure stands by the side of the road, rucksack, tired mandolin and grouchy cat at her side.Concealed, somewhat imperfectly, behind her legs is the unmistakable shape of a bodrhan covered in black bin liners.She stares sadly at the car, pulling away in haste having tipped her and her belongs inelegantly to the kerb seconds before." Damn" she mutters softly" I'd have got away with it too if it wasn't for that pesky second to last verse."
"Nil desperado!" she rejoiced, watching a somewhat elderly red wagon roll unsteadily toward her," There's always another ride for a girl and her cat!" The cat held his peace......he's seen it all before.


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: GUEST,Matt_R
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 03:39 PM

This one's optimistic...

This one went to market...

This one crawled out of the swamp...


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 07:08 PM

The Big Red One kept on rollin' on....

Enamorata peered through the rear-view and saw the line of cars behind the ancient wagon.
"I'll be damned, this is turning into al helluva party. And just WHERE have I seen that 'Vette before? Hmm.."

Through the windshield, caked with road grime, the woman peers intently. Up in the distance, she sees a tiny figure clinging to a mandolin and a cat. The grime is pretty thick, but she still manages to see the bodhran shape behind the woman. There's no wonder this chick ain't got a lift yet!! She lets the tired wagon drift to the side of the road, unapologetically covering the sad cat in a thick film of dust.

The driver's side door falls open on groaning hinges, and a pair of bare legs emerge. The feet that bring the woman closer are encased in glittery red high heels. The kind of shoes that were they to click together in a "no place like home' fashion, the wearer would find herself in a strip club in DesMoines.

"Hi ya honey-babe, you needing a ride someplace? Us, well we're headed for that 30ft fiberglass lobster I read about on the placemat at Denny's. If you're game, climb aboard, there's gotta be room somewheres!"

*****************************************************

The fiberglass lobster left nothing to be desired. It stood an eyesore, a tribute to gigantic lobsters everywhere. The motley crew decided that this would be as good a place as any to throw down their bags and grab some fun and shut-eye.

"Hey there Harley, care to give a girl a twirl? You ever two-step under a crustacean before? C'mon then boy."

Let the cowgirl dance
Let her dance all night
Maybe she won't fuss
Maybe she won't fight
It's our only hope
It's our only chance
Better clear the floor, boys
Let the cowgirl dance

(apologies to MMM, who should be able to string me up if he only knew how I murder this song)

~Enamorata


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Matt_R
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 07:31 PM

Enamorata da vidda baby...

Coat tails flapping as his decommisioned Army LoneStar Roughrider chopper (with empty sidecar **hint hint**) rumbles down the road, The Swamp Hog is singing out a great song he loves...

As I soar on the breeze
I can hear the sounds of those who came before me
And it's got me on my knees
What you say? Anyway,
It's not lost in the past, 'cause they flash right here before me
And it's got me on my knees
I got the fever.....


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Homeless
Date: 20 Feb 01 - 08:11 PM

Never one to resist the legs of a girl in red high heels, the leather clad stranger, who normally only answers to "Hey You!" swings the girl up into a dance embrace close enough to make you think the floor was crowded or something. With nary a word of acceptance, he proceeds to move her around with moves you wouldn't expect to find in a guy who spends most of his time astride a bike.

Following the philosophy that you don't need whiskey if you can give a girl so many twirls and spins that she's so dizzy she can't walk straight, he leads her around the whole floor keeping her in a swoon. Following the chaotic mood of the place, the pattern they trace on the floor matches that of the Christmas lights hung haphazardly from the legs of the lobster above.

Outside of Stop Three


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: Amos
Date: 21 Feb 01 - 01:57 AM

The party lights have faded, the owner has called time, and the long twilight shadows cast a giant unearthly form where the stark bright moonlight crosses the antennae of the giant fiberglass crustacean. A whiff of blue diesel smoke drifts back across the quiet cafe, as the noisy cavalcade, reveling still heads out into the next great passgae toward the sun. The Big Red IH looks a little better for wear -- specifically, the underwear, of uniquely femininne persuasion, which now flies from its big CB antenna. As it disappears around the next bend, a deep watery throaty roar is heard approaching it from miles away. A 1939 Indian, glowing with faint traces of green mist in the moonlight, its engine burbling like a well-oiled midnight dream, swoops up the blacktop, the long leather coat of its driver flippeting the night air. Behind him, a giant Dreadnaught hardshell case takes up the passenger slot, with a small, bright-eyed Capuchin monkey clinging to the chromed grip.

As the giant Indian consumes the yards leading up to the now extensive convoy of weaving merrymakers, the rightside rear saddlebag seems to stir on its own, and atuft of white-and-black spangled and matted fur leaks out, flapping like a small battleflag in the mnight wind. The Indian pulls smoothly past the rear vehicles, slowing down to pass a knowing glance and a classic Vette, and pulls up alongside of the IH in the lead. Balancing on the footpegs, the rider leans out toward the fetching redhead in the driver's seat of the huge, colorful travelall, and in a flash of moonlight on brown glass, he is suddenly gifted with a full pint of the best brown ale avalable to Terrans today. In the same moment there is a stir, the Indian leans and recovers, and the hindquarters of a small dog can be seen scrambling through the IH driver's window and onto the lap of the glowing redhead. It is the Sugardog, benevolent stoway of many galaxies, many centuries, and many hearts, coming home.

Regards,

A


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Subject: RE: BS: BigRed Tavern on Wheels
From: wysiwyg
Date: 21 Feb 01 - 10:28 AM

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(He knows what the stars are, and the rest is a 21-grin salute for the master storyteller.)

There rides a RealDeal Sugar Dog Man!

... Behind the wheel of a dustdirtied Aerostar sits a tired near-crone with a glassy, determined, crazed expression. In the early dawn lightshow, the iridescent flecks in its midnight blue paint look strangely green.

She drives the PY - IL - PY route endlessly, caught in the Simudrive timewarp that results when there have been too many miles, too many iterations of this crumbling barn and that, too many billboards insisting on full attention... and far too few rest stops. Tunes tumble from the speakers and her neck, and on she goes, in search of caravans, or a plum-colored rig forever bearing biscuit hearts.

~S~


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