Words can not convey the doom and gloom that surrounds Rich and I.
The giant head caught fire and burned it and the truck down.
Imagine the giant head of a shoe salesman on fire by the side of the road.
Imagine me and Rich looking on in disbelief.
Imagine me being a smart ass and taking pictures of it.
Rich had just gotten on an off ramp when he noticed smoke coming out the back. I thought it was the exhaust. Then I noticed the flames licking up from the giant armpits.
"It's on fire!" I screamed.
"Yea, yea," Rich answered.
"I'm not kidding about this." I screamed back.
So Rich pulled over but it was too late to do anything. Flames licked higher and higher, like the goat at educated animals trying to get his tongue on an ice cream cone.
We grabbed what stuff we could out of the front cab. (I grabbed my laptop, digital camera and some of those books I bought a coupla days ago.) and then got away and watched the flaming pyre light out the Arkansas night.
The firemen think maybe gasoline vapor got into the muffler and ignited. The state troopers just shook their head and drove us to a motel next to the greyhound station.
Rich is on the phone now calling the giant head's owner to explain things. I think after that we are planning to walk to a bar and get drunk.
Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we decide to drive a giant shoe salesman head across country.
Derek "no gur" Barnes
June 10 (later)
Too hel with the hed !!!!!