While sitting in my coffee village the other day I heard a box of wrenches in a gas powered blender, on 'Low', coming slowly up the street in front of me. Or, maybe it is a gas powered, metal wheeled?, log wagon with many chains and much hardware jangling...?
Later, I heard the distant hummm of small, well muffled, engines with riders talking - approaching from the opposite direction.
Each caused me to lift my Red Sox cap and look up, in curiosity.
The first mechanical disturbance was coming from a brand new, copper colored ,Ural with side car.
The second was from the pair of Super Cubs leaving town.
In any event, I was sleepy, and it was nice in the shade, with a breeze, - and I might have dozed after that.
Until my teenager kicked my chair and asked me if I wasn't embarrassed to be sleeping on the side walk with all these people walking by?
Me: "Nope."
Daughter: "And you've buttoned your shirt up wrong. Again."
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Yeah, no. This photo has nothing to do with this post.
