While down in Tennessee, I was riding in the car en route to Wal-Mart with Gunsmith Bob when we passed what looked to be Stephen Hawking's redneck cousin, lolling down the road in his motorized wheelchair, wearing a Mossy Oak jacket. His wheelchair had large knobby tires covered in mud. I had no idea that wheelchairs were available with a Z71 off-road package.
If I had driven down to K-town just to see that and then got back in the car and drove back to Indy, it would have been worth the trip.
This triggers thoughts of Hawking visiting his American cousin, and being told "I don't know why you're still goin' on with this 'strang theory', when ever'body knows my 'bent coathanger and duct tape theory' is both simpler an' more predictive."
Somewhere on the road in southeastern Kentucky yesterday, I was listening to NPR and discovered that it was the birthday of both Elvis Presley and Steven Hawking, which seemed fittingly coincidental.