posterior for posterity.

farm bed.
hay pile?
no,
farm bed, neighbors-
when the metal gets old and busted,
you start to feel the pressure.
pressure treated, SON!
lumber is what makes the new hottness
so new and hot.
check the teleport:

c'mon.
a whole new extrapolation on woodsly goodness.
recognize.
raging stormswept gypsy slabs of chemically enhanced
pirate-style destruction-impregnated planks, y'all.
is this the newest truck you've seen converted
to a rugged, farm-backed, beastly, battle-bale flatbed?
i hope so.
we take the future,
and we reverse it.
and then, we hit up a healthy dose
of taking it to eleven.
yeah.
Folk Life automotive autobody expert upgrades.
affirmative-
what about the original metal butt-bucket on the back?
beau, my tactical coordinator,
smashed it off with a maul.
really.
that's a thing:

he mauled it.
on the ones.
lucky duck that i am,
he came over and crushed it,
and then rebuilt it.
today,
we finish the job.
and we add the super-rad custom treats to it.
like brake lights.
and sides.
and hard, loud sh!t along those lines.
that's how you know it's good.
when active participants put the hammer to a day,
y'know what they get?
yuuuuuup.

three kinds of ice cream made out of frozen coconut wet,
and magic fake whipped cream,
and sweetened sugar-sliced strawberries,
and chocolate sauce.
rewards, duders.
positive reinforcement an' that.
to go hand in hand with my custom ford rig.
granite state wild free-range rocks are gonna be in big trouble,
because this flattieboombattie truck is designed for
rapid acquisition and apprehension.
tactical woodsly rock reconnaissance.
(we got they.)
there's more happening.
all of it is, really.
and it all really is.
plus,
you may not have noticed,
but there are no raindrops in the photos...
shawn and meryl brought the beautiful weather with them.
and that'snot ALL they brought.
more on that, later;
never quiet, never soft.....