Hartwell decided it would be a good weekend to take his son on a guys night. So the three of us, Hartwell, Fuzzy, and myself, loaded up and went and picked up Jarod. Hooters for grub and then bought tickets for Monster Jam from a guy that looked like Cedric the Entertainer. Hard to have a better winter night than this.
Was over at Shoe's House of Chop Sunday afternoon and couldn't help but notice the old seat he had. Thought I would try my hand at making something similar. I'm diggin it. I just need to weld in some studs and find someone to cover this sucka.
Cooper and I wrecked rolled his 76 Ford Highboy due to a blown tire. Little blood coming from my head.
And my hand was pinched between the drivers window and the road. Missing a little skin and is soar as hell today. My fingers got so cold trying to get out of the truck that the tips are sensitive to touch.