I-65 - Always More Fun with Armored Vehicles

I have made many friends through this blog, but some of them cross paths with me off of it, personally and professionally. A few of them, I would literally take a bullet for.

One of them is PA State Cop.   I'm not sure if we first crossed paths professionally or personally, it's been a long while ago, but he's family to me, sharing a lot of ups and downs over the years and teaching me some good lessons in life both literally and figuratively such as anything is amphibious if you can get it back out of the water. (don't ask how we know this).   Barkley had quite the collection of tactical dog toys as well from his "dogfather", his favorite of which was this giant slingshot thing that would lob a tennis ball at warp speed.

He and I normally talk each week and usually get together for a week each year just to hang out, something Partner  understands as it makes me happy and he thinks he's good folks as well. Family, whether related by blood or not, is good.

But lately life has been busy, and PA and I hadn't talked in a couple of weeks so I sent him the following "for sale" from Amazon with a little reminder that I had a birthday coming up in August.

Look, shopping for armored vehicles for friends and family can be tough. Many of you have fallen trap to that "purchased the first tank you saw",  just wanting to get the Mrs. something for that special date and get out of the store as quickly as possible only to have her roll her eyes and tell you the insurgents are going to take that thing out with a home-made Mortar in 5 minutes, and  her friend Mary's husband spent three months salary and got her a bigger one. It pays to shop carefully. We'll see what PA has to say, but the Amazon reviews are hilarious.

And I got this back from him, in reply.

See you a Bedongbedonk and raise you a Sherman. Wanna goes halfs?

I love my friends. 

You all have a safe and sane commute in the morning. I just rolled into the crash pad to go on duty in a few hours, and I have to say, after four hours on I-65, I should have had a Badonkadonk. Bad gas mileage doesn't matter when everyone just gets out of your way. And it probably wouldn't have gotten as many looks as the guy on the large motorcycle with the huge medieval spikes sticking out of each side of his black helmet who was also wearing lavender shorts and what appeared to be a kiwi colored bowling shirt. (Probably not the look he was going for).