Edwin,
you're not going to believe this. Well, maybe you will.
I jumped in my ceampuff Caddy, got onto I-75 cash in hand and with a smile on my face and wind in my hair (top down cruising for the WOW factor) I took off to pick up that monstrosity.
An hour into the drive I relised that I was heading in the wrong direction (insert Polak joke here), since the wind was teasing my hair just so and the sun was in my back I decided that it was to nice to turn around.
I continued on and the view from my Caddy at the top of the Skyway bridge was breathtaking (I hate when people honk their horn just because you stop on a bridge to take in the surroundings) .
I took a right and went to Billy's for lunch.
Had the waitress take pictures of me standing next to pictures of Hulk Hogan in his "Thunder in Paradise" days. I struck a Fonzie pose with both thumbs up and an smirk on my face. I must say those pictures came out great.
After the lunch and a tank of fuel I realized that I no longer had the funds for that Quasimodo looking ski that is littering your yard.
The drive home was just as thrilling as the drive up, you'd be surprised how many girls wave at me when ever I'm driving my Caddy in the BORAT suit. Sometimes I wish I wasn't married.
Anyway, I have a few large garbage bags of empty soda cans in my bedroom. If the local recycling place opens tomorrow I will be right over to pick up the square.
DIBS !!! :biggthumpup: