Do you ever feel rough around the edges at the first of the week? I saw this used up old hulk Monday, as I headed out to a tree planting project. I felt a bit like I was poaching, shooting one from my truck instead of slipping up on it in the woods. I actually recognized this old bus; it used to haul pigs from farm to market, and you didn't want to follow closely on the highway on a hot, humid Illinois morning. I don't know if this old Chevy is really most sincerely dead, but that's how I'm labeling it. I suspect it has been dragged out to send to the scrap yard.
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