Wednesday, July 12, 2017

What I did this evening is really what I moved back to Hazzard for and yes now My General is official he made his first jump

Okay true got a few 
milking machines before the cows, but after scarfing down a grease burger and fries and swallering a MnT Dew, I decided to get a bubble out of the General, so cruised down to Hazzard. Got there pulled into Ziggy's there which used to be the Motor Inn course there ain't been no motel rooms there for a couple of eons. Washed my window and took out of town towards West-Point. Detouring past the old homestead, saw not much going on there, further investigation is needed. Crimson's guy said at dinner that he wanted to have it a sure thing this model stuff Now if someone wanted proof that I and the club is real, all one would need do is go look. Yes that big house was ours, that big fat 300 acres of prime farm land was ours and the money we rather I get from harvest from thereof, is not proof, then short of the return of Jesus, wouldn't prove it. 
So off down the old road, the feeder pipe under the road that still offers just enough lift at 60mph, gave me and Johnny a bit of a uplifting experience. Yes this is Hazzard. Or at least as much of an identical place as what ya'll saw on The Dukes. Hagerman got the nickname Hazzard Idaho in 1984 and like it or not still shows its ready to be rejuvinated again. Coming out of the Quail housing project, was looking elsewhere and if not for Hazzard driving experience the General and us might have been toast. As it is there's some serious black marks on that pavement. Saw the old Boars Nest, it does look nice. 
What I have noticed though is that for all these doubting sisters and upcoming prospects to the Club, if you doubt, lets go look, I'll show you its deffinately worth your time.
So coming home , stopped off at this turn out, shut off the General, popped open a Bud, and Johnny and I looked into the sky, and I remembered, that beyond the Knytes, beyond the tush's for poster pin up girls, and all of that, the cow smells, the hay smells, its this open sky, this is why I moved back to Hazzard.
TTYLY