that's the one I was talking about, you can see more clearly why it's called the poopin' peachY'all clearly haven't driven by Gaffney SC.
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that's the one I was talking about, you can see more clearly why it's called the poopin' peachY'all clearly haven't driven by Gaffney SC.
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I want one!
Mind you, I love New England.![]()
(translation for the non French speaking: Golfing in Belgium, a 18 hole course in every neighbourhood...)
I think it is, i've seen her wearing this t-shirt at least in real life at least, but in a different setting and she looks like that today...Nice. Is that actually Joanna Lumley?
It's not that different here in the Hainaut region here in Belgium (where i live). Even if the farmers road where i live is asphalted, you don't see that much asphalt because of the layers of mud on it now. I have a new car since a month and a half and it's already totally covered in mud just by being parked next to the road at my house. And washing it in this season has no use, it will be covered in mud again in a few hours... I need to wait untill the rains stops (probally end of the month) to wash it and keep it relative clean.Mind you, I love New England.
I really do.
New England is interesting.
How so? I hear you ask.
Well -- as one example, here in northern New England, we have six seasons.
Four of them are pretty common most everywhere, but the other two are somewhat peculiar.
In order, the six are:
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
Mud Season
Black Fly Season
Guess which season's just getting underway?
(looks like something Norman Rockwell might have painted -- one day if he were in a particularly grouchy mood)
Photos of our (dirt) road, taken yesterday.
In full disclosure, I am thrilled to say that the town road crew appeared early this morning with a grader and a couple of big dump trucks full of material to do some mitigation.They are pretty good, but there are quite few of unpaved roads in town, so they're busy these days.
Maintaining unpaved roads is like painting a (long) bridge -- it's a task that never ends.
I'm sure it is verboten now. When i was a kid in the 1960s, dirt roads near farms would of course go past a farm house every mile or so. A couple hundred yards in each direction they would mist it with waste oil. This kept the dust down around the house.It's not that different here in the Hainaut region here in Belgium (where i live). Even if the farmers road where i live is asphalted, you don't see that much asphalt because of the layers of mud on it now. I have a new car since a month and a half and it's already totally covered in mud just by being parked next to the road at my house. And washing it in this season has no use, it will be covered in mud again in a few hours... I need to wait untill the rains stops (probally end of the month) to wash it and keep it relative clean.
When I was wee, we would routinely drive up 85 between the bustling metropoli of Spartanburg and Charlotte. Gaffney's about halfway and the Big Peach certainly led to jokes of being in the ass end of nowherethat's the one I was talking about, you can see more clearly why it's called the poopin' peach