Long story short:
Before my grandpa died, he let some drunken slut drive his old Lincoln. She totalled it. That was going to be my first car.
In his will he left me a few grand, witch I put towards my Ranger.
His "trade mark" was a road runner. He lived in Sunizona, Arizona and the road runners (not like the cartoon) were quite common. He had belt buckels and all sorts of road runner stuff.
A friend of mine is a great artist. I'm thinking of having him draw up a bad ass silhoette of a road runner to put on the hood or tailgate.
My thoughts: Road-runner.... runs on roads. I don't.
Thats my only thought.
Would this loose me Bad-Ass cred?
Before my grandpa died, he let some drunken slut drive his old Lincoln. She totalled it. That was going to be my first car.
In his will he left me a few grand, witch I put towards my Ranger.
His "trade mark" was a road runner. He lived in Sunizona, Arizona and the road runners (not like the cartoon) were quite common. He had belt buckels and all sorts of road runner stuff.
A friend of mine is a great artist. I'm thinking of having him draw up a bad ass silhoette of a road runner to put on the hood or tailgate.
My thoughts: Road-runner.... runs on roads. I don't.
Thats my only thought.
Would this loose me Bad-Ass cred?