Hot Rods

Yeah, it is a guy thing. Girls, take a breather and powder your nose. You won't like this particular blog.

Guys, now that we are alone--- do I have some hot rod pictures for you. We guys like anything that is metal and if it has a motor around it so much the better. And that is what these hot rods have. No sissy stuffed seats, no air conditioning, no XFM, that is for the girls. All these hot rods have is metal and hot engines and that is just the way we guys love 'em.

And so I visited the rods in Ozarklandia at the local Ramada Inn. And before these tin cans roared off to the next place on the itinerary, I got a few pics.

I rode my harley in and felt right at home. Most of the owners had tatoos and those who did not may still have them somewhere, but HarleyDad is asking no questions. My Harley Softtail Deluxe was passport enough and I would have been proud to provide a motorcycle escort for these weathered knights of the open road.

A few gals were in attendance, proving that they loved their man even if he had lost his everlovin' mind. Greater love hath no woman than she will attend this crazy get together with her beloved. (I might add that I saw only a couple amidst this collection of unpainted metal and rust buckets. More power to them.

Some of the rods, were painted in bright colors; most were rust buckets surrounding engines worth more than the weathered bodies about them. And when you cranked them they roared, music to the ears of HarleyDad ("Loud pipes, save lives, you know!!)

Hope you enjoy.

Political incorrectly yours,
HarleyDad