We'll open with a minor bitch, for starters. Loosy-Anna Andy said this in comments to my Car Pr0n post:
"Why would ANYBODY have wet dreams about a Gubmit Motors Caddy when they have a sweet little thing like that?"
The answer is... comfort. Of the Quiet Kind. I love The Green Hornet to death, don't get me wrong, but I'm lucky to have anythang resembling normal hearing after spending 11 hours and 21 minutes in her cockpit yesterday. The main issue is wind noise at higher speeds (anythang over 60 mph is loud, and it gets REALLY loud when you're over 75); the replacement top doesn't fit as well as the original manufacturer's and the resulting small gaps around the windows make for significant noise. Those gaps also make for a rather moist experience INSIDE the car when doing thangs like... oh... goin' thru the car wash or driving in the rain. THAT'S why we have wet dreams about Cadillacs. TGH is very, very good at what she does best... like tearing up a twisty-turny back road or stylin' and profilin' on Main with her top down... but she ain't as good as she once was for those long-hauls on the super-slab.
So. We ARE in Kansas. I left P-Ville at 0700 hrs (MDT) yesterday morning and got into Leavenworth just after 1900 hrs (CDT). DIL Erma had dinner ready (yum!), the beer was cold, and the back deck was a great place to smoke cigars and catch up on stuff... coz it has been about two weeks since we've seen each other, no?
We then took a short walk to the house of one of SN1's classmates where we continued to drink beer... GREAT beer... and ended up the night with a couple o' Moscow Mules. There's a significant deviation between Buck's friend Buck's recipe and the one I linked... which is the addition of fresh mint. MUCH better, that. Didja notice... "Buck's friend Buck?" Yes: Buck. There were three Bucks in the same place at the same time last evening, all drinking, all tellin' war stories, and the planet didn't even wobble on its axis, much less explode. We... humanity... all survived, somehow. We... the four of us gathered together last night... were also pretty damned ecumenical, too. Buck and his housemate are both Army helicopter pilots, and you know SN1 and his father are both Zoomies of the non-flyin' type. And then there was this: