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Showing posts with label material pit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label material pit. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Vegas is the Pits, Pt II
(clicking on image is mandatory for getting joke)
You know, if you're going to buy an over-priced stucco box in Las Vegas, you might as well get one with a view.
"Look honey, they've got one of those new D-9 Cats!"
"Sweetheart, our dung-colored, cookie-cutter crapbox is worth every penny of its inflated price, because we can look at American-made earth-moving equipment whenever we like. Mmmm, Caterpillar, Deere, Link-Belt..."
"Tish! You drive me crazy when you speak heavy-industrial!"
"Now Gomez. Control yourself."
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
Vegas is the Pits, Pt I
I promised you photos of the other Vegas. So, here we go.
In the outlying areas of the city, there are several huge materials pits. Holes dug in the ground by construction companies to use the dirt, rocks, clay and sand in construction projects - freeways, housing, new casinos.
Below, is a shot from above one of these pits on the west side at Durango and Peace Wy. Click on the image to get the true enormity of this sucker.
Now, looking east across the hole, behold, "Vegas, baby!" (must click for large image)
In the outlying areas of the city, there are several huge materials pits. Holes dug in the ground by construction companies to use the dirt, rocks, clay and sand in construction projects - freeways, housing, new casinos.
Below, is a shot from above one of these pits on the west side at Durango and Peace Wy. Click on the image to get the true enormity of this sucker.
Now, looking east across the hole, behold, "Vegas, baby!" (must click for large image)
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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
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