Jan 182016
 

It’s cold out there – really cold.  Still, some dream of a summer-y ride about with the top down and nothing between them and being crushed but a roll bar of dubious efficacy.  Yup, some dream of tooling around in their jeeps!  And of course some dream of doing so in a vain fashion.  Let’s take a look:

 

No, not this little guy (?).

No, not this little guy (?).

 

BABY JP

They start ’em young, I see.

 

You be illin'.

You be illin’.

 

 

B0n Jov1

You can take the girl outta Jersey…

 

I mock, but dreaming of cruising around with the top down helps a lot on a day like today.  Stay warm everybody!

Jan 072016
 

It’s still more than a month until Valentine’s Day, but love, like vanity, is a 24-7, 365 kinda thing.  Besides, I have a feeling we won’t be feeling very loving after Iowa and New Hampshire this year.  So, let’s get a jump in things, yes?

At first I thought this plate was referring to someone who enjoyed acting out the part of a poorly made-up lizard man nemesis of James T. Kirk.  Then I realized it was a declaration of someone's love of running.  That is much, much better.

At first I thought this plate was referring to someone who enjoyed acting out the part of a poorly made-up lizard man nemesis of James T. Kirk. Then I realized it was a declaration of someone’s love of running. That is much, much better.

 

LUV INK

Which kind? India stains badly if one is not careful, but it does have a certain…Victorian charm I suppose. Ball-point ink is an underappreciated artistic medium. And tattoos are, well, ubiquitous. But, considering I love the Beatles, I can’t get too self-righteous about folks loving things that are everywhere these days.

 

The Mountain?  Really?!?  The Hound, I could see, but the Mountain was a right proper bastard from the get-go.  Poor form, sir/madam, poor form.

The Mountain? Really?!? The Hound, I could see, but the Mountain was a right proper bastard from the get-go. Poor form, sir/madam, poor form.

 

 

I guess love, and vanity, really is all you need.