They have nesting boxes. Really, they do.
Why on earth they find it necessary to squeeze into this gap – which is only about 3 inches wide – and lay there is beyond me.
Junior has a new toy.
Or, should I say… new game?
Seriously, it’s the biggest giggle-fest going.
Talk about your round pegs and square holes.
… and then he dismounted by tipping the whole thing over, and bit through his bottom lip.
But it was fun while it lasted!
Someday, when I have a midlife crisis, I want me one of these.
Wish I’d gotten a picture of the truck bed. Wood slats, pristine condition. And the brake pedal is round!
I might even start washing my car regularly.
Candy Red hot-rod. Can outrun most cop cars. Has vintage plates.
Said vintage plates once caused said car to be pulled over by state patrol. At least, that was his excuse. As an excuse, it looked a little thin after he asked if he could take a peek under the hood, and then drooled.
If you think we’re going to get you one of these when you turn 16, dream on!
I want a joyride!
One of our friends in Eastern Washington collects and restores vintage automobiles. We heard that the Model A was going to be sold – so we had to go see it before it went away.
Such a cool car. I wish I could go for a ride in it!
We saw two Model T’s on the road in Snohomish the other day. I wouldn’t want to take one for a trip over the pass, but I’d LOVE to go for a joy ride in one of these.
The other day, the kids and I were discussing technology, just after we spotted the Model T’s. Natter wanted to know if I’d ever played on my parents’ cell phone in the car as a kid.
“No, honey, we didn’t have cell phones back then.”
Rosebud: “Did your family drive a Model T?”
At some point, they’ll get my generation triangulated…