My beloved BBQ truck. It survived countless BBQ competitions. Mud, rain, heat, cold, no problem. Hauling countless pounds of gear to local comps and out to KC. It stood up to everything. It even carried the Titans (Tracy is a fan) hitch cover without complaint. But today, a Goliath (actually a Tacoma, but a Goliath sounds better), fell victim to an automobile accident. Is it terminal? dunno, but the axle is smashed, the front bumper disintegrated, wheels busted and tires shreaded. We are awaiting the official diagnosis.
For me? Why a brand spanking new tattoo the shape of a seatbelt! And it hurts, really hurts, but I'll live I think. But I do want to say thank you to the inventor of seatbelts, saved my hide today.