This is Spinal Tap

Sure they go to "11", so what if they had an issue in Cleveland, and what if their biggest hit was called "Sex Farm", but can you really call what they play music? You are darn right you can!

So here I am driving around and I find one of my all time top band for ever shown on a lunch box left out in the rain. Doing what any fan would do, photo opp.

Comments

Kelsgarden said…

ah yes, I remember the concert . . . we were so young then . . .

12:20 AM

WickedHamster said…

If you remember it, then you weren't really there -- as they say....

11:47 AM

Bert said…

Have you checked it?

5:39 PM

Woodchuck said…

Yes I did, and no there were no Twinkies inside.....

9:56 PM

Anonymous said…

Was there vomit in the lunch box? You can't dust for vomit....

Over and out.

12:06 AM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

1st car?

So, what did you drive to High School, what was your first car? Did you have a 'love of you life" car? First Car: 1953 Cadillac Coupe DeVille Cars I drove to High School: 1953 Caddillac Coupe DeVille 1962 Impala SS Convertable 1971 Corvette Convertable 1960 Austin Healy Convertable 1964 Cadillac Eldorado convertable "Love of my life" car: 1962 Impala SS Convertable 1960 Austin Healy convertable

Madison, WI.

The whole theme today was a Woodchuck and his ale. I found a nice little place in downtown Madison, WI. called the Great Dane Pub & Brewing Company. This was one of the best IPAs I've had east of the Rockies. Fun little place to go and the food was not to bad either. Traveling the Globe...ok, just the North American continent in search of the perfect pint on IPA. Hops, they are not just for breakfast anymore.

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