Friday, October 20, 2023

Friday Open Road

 


































26 comments:

  1. #1 is a really lonely road!

    #5, the bus has a gas gauge, my '59 didn't.

    #11, Mars!

    #12, that town has been there a LONG time.

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  2. #8 - "Are you getting in, or not?"

    Bayouwulf

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  3. Why is #3 waving a checkered flag?

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  4. Always like the woofers; 6, 10, 14 & especially 27
    #18 been there done that many times
    #20 back woods elk hunt

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  5. #14 loving her dog that rescued her from a viscous bear attack

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  6. My favorite is the one with the dog.

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  7. I keep posting this comment but it's so true: I love your "Open Road" pictorial essays.

    Thank you!!!

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  8. #5 - VW bus, yes ? That fox on steering wheel and brake lever are dead giveaways, my '66 Beetle had them too. My gas gauge was a square with radiused corners. Nothing extra provided, just the bare necessities.

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    1. That 'fox' is the Wolfsburg Crest. Wolfsburg is the home of VW and their factory, which is the largest in the world.

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  9. I like the Rover. Rover. Hard to find those older ones

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  10. #'s 8 & 19; forever fan of Poorchees. Or is it Pohshu?

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  11. Tat woman wins if only for the enthusiasm
    Nice set CW

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  12. #2 Still can't reach the ceiling until the lake fills back up
    #5 Gabriel Iglesias approves
    #9 Living the dream
    #12 Who needs cops when the street is the speed limit?
    #15 When the road is paid for by government contract, by the meter
    #16 The only way Frisco looks good
    #17 A smart guy would build a gasthaus there
    #18 It's a small ranch with little profit, but one cow still beats all hat and no cattle
    #20 Bigfoot Country
    #21 Luck will beat brains...'till it doesn't
    #25 Almost enough to make me think about a motorcycle
    #27 The original. The screen in the back is to keep leopards from snacking on drivers by surprise, as they are wont to do.
    #28 O, to live in a city where I could row instead of drive...
    #29 And then, the snapping of the bones, and the screams of pain


    That's a lot of wanderlust, even by your standards, CW.
    I'm off for a couple weeks after the weekend, for the first long break in decades.
    Plans include anything within a few hundred miles.
    Maybe I'll take a camera along, and see if I can find you something worth sending...

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    1. The big shoot at Big Sandy is next weekend. Larger than Knob Creek.
      https://bigsandyshoot.com/

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  13. #3, two knuckleheads waiting for the flag to drop! (the Harley's, not the guys!) The last one; pure poetry in motion...
    irontomflint

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  14. Yay, switchbacks have returned.

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  15. Last photo:
    Turning on the rear tire. I think this was first seen at Laguna Seca in a Superbike race circa 1980. Corkscrew. Cresting left hand turn, with a right hand turn halfway down the hill. One of the 1000cc racers thought he could turn faster if he lofted the front tire exiting the upper left hand turn, and rotate the bike to the right to set up for the second turn. It worked. Suzuki rider, IIRC. Can't recall his name, drat!

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  16. That drifty dude could easily navigate those corners faster with the steering wheel instead of the right foot method, he's save tires and fuel too!

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  17. Is 15 the road the origional Italian Job bus crashed on?

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  18. Golden Gate Bridge & the fog, be nuts to visit SF in today but should you venture out be sure to carry a sweater or sweatshirt because when that fog rolls should the weather be warm it will drop really quick and turn really cold.

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  19. Will never forget that river and beautiful city - Having spent days searching every street for the best of wines, leathers and gelato. Finally striking rich and claim to the very best of the best iced creamery! Savoring every bite while standing next to the Arno River when suddenly, what was mistaken to be a gas bubble rising from the depths of my loins, crapped a heavy load into my jeans making for an end to a once beautiful day.

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