I decided to go for a walk, but it was a walk with a purpose. Less than a mile away was a Quaker Steak and Lube. I've never cared much for buffalo wings, but since being with welfy and regular trips to the original location in Sharon, PA, I've grown fond of their Golden Garlic wings.
Before I got out of the truck stop parking lot, I saw something you don't see every day.
Because traditional trailer seals are for sissies.
The truckstop as you might imagine is located in a commercial area of the city, so the walk was less than inspiring.
I went inside and ordered a Compact Bucket and topped it off with a massive slice of cheesecake with strawberry topping. I watched the end of the NASCAR race and some of the last round of the PGA Championship until it became apparent that Tiger was choking and Yang had it in the bag. Afterward, I went outside and looked at all the cars parked outside, for it was show car night, complete with a DJ from a local radio station doing a live remote.
If you've ever taken the time to read my LJ bio, you'll notice at one point I assert that I would like to have a Corvette. My favorite is actually the early 70s with the long, curvy bodies and before catalytic converters started to fuck up their performance. But, I guess this would do.
My brother was always a fan of old Nova's. Personally I always thought they were one of GMs uglier cars.
I always thought the Nova's cousin the Chevelle was much more appealing to look at.
This one's just for tpbrcombo. The Plymouth Barracuda was an awesome looking car, too.
When I was a kid, my mom had a '68 Mustang, so I've always had a bit of a soft spot for them.