Yesterday morning I spent three hours trailing Bick through the Pate Swap Meet. It's billed as one of the largest swap meets in the country. This year the weather was iffy, the economy iffy, and the N!H! panic overblown in the part of the country so attendance was way down. We looked at cars and car parts and rusty stuff. We sat in on an auction, where the expected price for a primo 'Cuda was 200K. It did not sell. All in all, an interesting way to get three hours worth of walking.
I have decided that I want to learn to do a proper "burn-out" in honor of next year's fiftieth birthday. I'm keeping this wish quiet, as Bick needs no real pushing to get some more sheet metal with serious horse power around here. There were some real bargains yesterday.
We managed to get out of there just before the rain hit. We got nearly 7 inches this weekend, complete with flowing waters over one half of the property. No chance to get out and weed, but housework is still on the horizon for today. Yuck! Actually, I don't mind it. We tag-team it, so it goes pretty quickly.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keep your engine tuned.