More rubble. I found this snap of my old Willys truck and Sunbeam motorcycle. I guess I had a thing for green. Actually it was utterly random that I ended up with two old machines in kermit shades.
Both machines had a nice, cruisy quality. Little kids would wave and laugh. Mostly laugh as their mum's station wagon overtook me on the upside of the harbour bridge.
I made an idle remark to my first wife that I always wanted a cobb pipe like Eisenhower or the hillbilly bears in the old fashioned cartoon about, well…hillbilly bears. So she got me one. I have never smoked so it was an affectation to drive my old truck with my cob pipe clenched between my teeth and my big hairy dog in the passenger seat.
Those were the days.