Everyone has such a killer fun Roundup story, so why not tone it down a bit with some boredom? Ragdoll, Mac and myself decided to make a TRIP of going to the Roundup. The plan was to roll the Starliner from NorCal to Texas and back..............until Mac decided to ROLL his ankle on a TRIP of his own. Running thru San Francisco airport at 4 in the morning was certainly an adventure all in itself. Once in Austin, we picked up our RETRO SLEEK, KILLA SEXY, Kia Sedona MINIVAN. *DOH!* Sure as shit wasn't the neat lil wagon PROMISED to us by the rental place............but so goes Murphy's Law. We headed straight down to San Antonio to catch up with Barnett and check out his new digs, along with his new ride. Got some ink slung and an older piece touched up. Pretty soon I'll have myself a whole Barnett masterpiece. *Worth the flight alone* Afterwards, we did the whole sight seeing thing and even tried Tex Mex....................which I will honestly NEVER EVER do again. White men should NEVER EVER mess with Mexican food. It's just not right. Varnish off the table would have been more of a welcome across my tongue then Tex Mex. On the flip side, Mac found comfort in Lone Star beer, even after being forwarned about it and it's EXHAUSTING side effects.
Friday we headed to the beautiful city of Austin, Texas. ***YES, we did cruise thru the capital building. We also cruised thru the car show........or more like I walked around barefoot and complained of sunburn.
I know that's Buzzard's wife's car............isn't it just so lovely? I saw PLENTY of shitboxes with Poncho trim, I felt like PETA without my red paint.
One of the better looking Merc bodies in my assholishness. A high dollar piece of rolling history. Or maybe it's that I have poor blood?
I have a TexMex story too. I bought my friends from Austin dinner on Saturday night at Guero's, just down the street from the Kontinental and about 10 minutes after returning to their place, I started feeling nausated. Within another 10 minutes, I was blowing chucks like a firehose! I've never been that sick so quickly and I eat Mexican all the time(and don't drink alcohol). My son got sick too, my freinds got lucky and where OK. Scratch Guero's from the list. But, Rudy's BBQ was unbelievably good. Nice photos.
Maybe it's because I'm the tackiest mutha around, but I ABSOLUTELY love this color combo.... Going nose to nose with the Koppa.....
Tex Mex IS horrid. I should have listened to the Ol Wise One and got tacos but no. Son you're gunna drive me to drinkin............
If a girl's gotta feel stalked, then Lord let it be by something as sexy as these. I kept askin Ragdoll if we could keep them since they seemed to wanna follow us home.
But most importantly 58 Chevrolet's. After running around long enough, meeting up with Blasted and borrowing his shade, we left the show. That night we made a fleeting appearance at the Garage Inc. party, chatted with the coolest of cool, Frank Palmer and split. Sunday was the Flyright openhouse and it was certainly worth dodging traffic for.
I loved this truck, the paint reminded me of my grandparents white picket fence.............atta girl! What a way to CUTE up a man's truck.
A simple yet stunning box...............or maybe its the tought of punching thru the metal that excites me.
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