Eddie woke up to the sight of a popcorn ceiling he didn't recognize and the feel of silk sheets he didn't own. He only had to turn his head to get answers to the questions he was asking himself. Laying beside him was a pale skinned brunette with curv... <BR><BR>To read the rest of this blog entry from The Jalopy Journal, click here.
With my heaps of rusty hopes and dreams, I don't have any I would consider worthy so I will spare us. But I look forward to seeing others. Black is beautiful. My truck is going to be mean and black like that someday, at least I hope anyway. That's the plan.
I got nuthin to be proud of I'm afraid. Even with everything in paint they are just going to be plain old cars. Nothin special. But I do like everyone else's. So keep 'em comming and I'll check in later.
Not the greatest photo, but I like it because it reminds me that at some point in time, I had an old car that was road-worthy and had the ability to move under it's own power. Ugh...I really need to get back to work on it...
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