A Western Road Trip

I'm a little delayed posting this, but a couple of weeks ago, A. and I took the old Honda Pilot to the scrapyard.

It really was far enough gone that A. didn't want to try to sell it to anyone.

A. was a little leery of even driving it to the scrapyard, because that's 90 miles away. There was no other way to get it there, though, and I was very tired of having an extra car in the driveway, so A. aired up the tires and off we went.

For reasons of safety, we stayed off the freeway and instead went on the smaller roads. This way is slower, but extremely scenic.

It's open range for about 30 miles, which means . . .

A bull on the road. The bulls are much slower to get off the road than the cows or the calves. The bulls are not impressed by your vehicle and want you to know it.

Next, down into canyon country.

Then up onto the llano estacado.

Scrapyards are always interesting places, with colorful people working at them. This one was no exception. The office was small and crowded with items of interest that the guys working there wanted to save from the crusher.

Just kind of thrown up onto these random shelves.

I mean, who could part with those bronze storks, right? 

And then it was back into my shiny new Honda to go to Walmart and spend all the money we just got for the old Honda.

We took the freeway home. It was faster, but not as interesting.