So let us say that you own a parcel of undeveloped land. Perhaps it’s not even a full acre, and it’s on a hillside. It’s inconvenient to keep the wild grasses down (especially important during fire-season), because of the pitch of the land, or the gully that runs down the middle, the wild blackberry bushes and mass of poison oak crawling throughout the property, or the oak trees that are scattered about. Getting a mower in there to keep things at bay is not an option, and a “weed eater” type device would take literally 8 days or more. Short of pouring a weed kill over the entire property (which, of course, no SANE person would do in our very ecology-sensitive state), what’s a person to do?
As I’ve said this is not a new idea in my hometown, but it is still quite a sight to see. You’re driving home from a hard day – conference calls that went way too long and solved nothing, bosses asking for more things on your “done” list while adding nothing but things to you “to do” list, co-workers who honestly are just on the edge of pissing you off for no real reason – and you work your way through the traffic, get off the freeway and as you start to unwind, you turn a corner and see this:
There’s just something about seeing a goat that make me laugh. For starters, I grew up with ‘em. We had three (Chuck, Billie, and Cookie – names that prove you should NEVER allow your children to name your pets) and they were great fun. Terrific personalities, great size for a kid to hang out with, and on the really hot nights when I’d be allowed to sleep outside in the hammock, they’d all hang out under me and I could reach down and pet them whenever I wanted to. Our three weed-eaters did TERRIFIC work, and that image you have in your head about a goat chewing on a tin can? It’s very true.
Only in the mind of a goat would it make sense to be in a huge field of terrific dry grass and go through the trouble of reaching up to nibble on an oak tree. If these guys were people, the two watching would be saying something like “yanno, it may just be easier to concentrate on the massive amount of food at ground level”. Since they are goats, those two watching are likely thinking “heyyyyyyy – that’s a GREAT idea!!!”
Like all workers, they do make sure to take the occasional water cooler break and catch up with old friends. Imagine how great YOU’D feel if every now and again, during your regular workday, you could get in a good game of head-butt. I’m sure there’s some silly regulation against doing so, but there have been days when I have thought about grabbing someone by their noggin and giving them a good head-butt.
Anyway, since I was clearly starting to be noticed by the workers,
I decided to leave them to the task at hand. In the next few days, I noticed that they were being moved down the road from field to field. I figured that by Friday, they’d be gone, and I was right. I look forward to seeing them again soon.
The base engine was a 230 (downright tragic for a vehicle with a 24-gallon gas tank), but just over 10,000 were specially made with 327s. Said engine has (as you can easily see) been chromed and cleaned – and my father has promised that he won’t wipe it down after every single use. Maybe. Well, probably not anyway.
(yes, he really did PAY to have Goofy painted on the doors and tailgate of his truck) there are more pressing projects ahead. You may notice two Model T’s under covers behind the Corvette.
We’ve agreed that his Granddaughters will get these vehicles, so he has at least 13 years to finish them, and the paint on both is already complete, and both have working engines. He’s well ahead of the curve.