News of the surreal

So yesterday, while riding to work with my occasional housemate Craig, we had the not so unusual experience of traveling behind a dilapidated old pickup with two adults and a collection of children in it. Despite carrying passengers on a public road it did not have a license plate, which is still not so unusual here at the back end of nowhere. The unusual thing had to do with the exhaust. Apparently the engine was only firing occasionally, which caused intermittent blue exhaust punctuated by perfect smoke rings being lofted into the air. It was almost like a cartoon.

(p.s. if this shows up twice it's because bloggers email posting service seems to be on the blink again...)