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hauling a heap of black locust lumber in the galaxie 500.

hauling a heap of black locust lumber in the galaxie 500.

when i pulled up to my amish sawyer in the galaxie 500 to get another load of black locust lumber for the treehouse, i could see a young amish boy ( one of the boys who got a good laugh the last time i picked up a load ) furrowing his brow wondering how i was going to fit the twenty 8 and 10 foot 1×6 boards into the car.

clearly, he was unaware of The Enormousness of a 1965 galaxie 500 trunk and was suitably impressed when i opened the trunk and he saw we could fit 6 feet or so of the boards in the trunk by using the space for the spare tire in the addition to the trunk WITHOUT PUTTING THE SEAT DOWN!

after we got all the wood loaded i thanked him for the help and he smiled and said, “that’s one handy car. i really like it.”

just when we finished up, the clouds opened up and started dumping rain down. i pulled out of the cover of the mill, turned on the wipers and he ran up to join his brothers who were emerging out of the corn fields on a enormous horse drawn wagon stacked high with corn to put in the silo.

i hereby declare that the trunk of a galaxie 500 is a legal unit of measure.

i hereby declare that the trunk of a galaxie 500 is a legal unit of measure.

forget cubic yards or other boring measures, i think the world should immediately adopt the Galaxie Trunk (GT) as their standard unit for measuring volume. maybe even somebody at nist would be more than happy to fund me to convert everything into GTs.

for example, two sets of golf clubs is equal to about 0.20 GTs. i wonder if the morgue would let me see how many dead bodies equals 1 GT?

in any case, i’m off to the upper peninsula which always has the potential to be a unintended adventure. so wish me safe travels 🙂

honestly i didn’t think too much of driving the galaxie alone without a cell phone through rural wisconsin and michigan. that is, until somebody looked at me as if i gone absolutely mad when i casually mentioned the plan. i guess one person’s fit of insanity is another person’s relaxing ride through the countryside.

unless it involves walking 20 miles to a service station.