Farmer H enjoys a good tree stump. He has several sitting in the lava rocks that line the front and side of the Mansion, interspersed with actual rocks, gathered from the creek, and my grandma's collection. Sometimes when we're driving, Farmer H will exclaim:
"I wish I had that stump!"
Of course that's what I thought of when I pulled up behind this truck at the stoplight on Monday. Well. It's the second thing I thought of. The first being: "Don't get too close, in case that junk falls out when he takes off when the light turns green."
Those are not small stumps. They would wreak havoc with the undercarriage of any vehicle that ran over them. They're not even strapped in with a bungee cord or come-a-long! That guy has raised the top that would sit over a load in the back of that pickup. Only gravity holds them in the truck bed.
Even Farmer H is smarter than this guy, and knows how to haul random tree stumps without being a possible road hazard for drivers behind him.
2 comments:
potential accident aside, that is a fine looking stump.
River,
Heh, heh! You must be Farmer H's far-away soulmate! I'm sure you want to keep it that way.
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