..... in the Canadian back country.
Was out for a dualsport ride on a beautiful sunny Autumn Saturday last weekend on the XR650. Funny grinding noises from the back of the bike all through the ride turned out to be a collapsed rear wheel bearing, but that's another story.
Anyhoo, we got lost on a landing back road and came upon this:
Thats what happens when you cut people up! - road rage :nod
Looks like something we saw a couple of years ago when on a motorhome holiday in the wilds of Colorado & Wyoming.
For some reason I kept hearing banjos..........
I was a fedex home delivery contractor for a while here in the sticks of south west "misery" for a while. I did a 300 mile a day rural route through parts of Mark Twain National forest and I delivered to people who lived in campers, tar paper shacks shingled with cut and flattened beer and soda cans, and even a couple tree houses (seriously).
There were other normal folk as well.
One day I found myself down a dead end road (trail) and when I got out I noticed as I walked my foot steps made an odd sound. I couldn't see the ground because I had a box in my hands.
When I headed back to my van I could see the entire area around the house was a couple inches deep in spent shell casings. Most of the trees were see through and old vehicles were riddled with holes.
Sorry no pic.
http://youtu.be/myhnAZFR1po
Quote from: motoOzarks on October 13, 2015, 11:18:51 PM
I was a fedex home delivery contractor for a while here in the sticks of south west "misery" for a while.
The kind of place where there aren't many branches on the people's family trees? Where the kids refer to the man of the house as Uncle Dad....??