Saturday, February 17, 2007

Simpatico

Not quite sure what's going on here. The right-rear of one and left-rear of the other of these elderly Broncos is flat. Rim-sucking flat. Did dad get tired of the lazy-ass kids taking off in the Broncos? Did someone let the air out of one so it would match the other? Is this some sort of driveway feng-shui?

Sadly, we'll probably never know.
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