There actually are some stretches of rural interstate where bicycles are allowed on the shoulder. But yeah, for the most part, that's a no-no.
In Georgia you can't bicycle on freeways or expressways. You can bike on any "state route" even though the speed limit is the same as a freeway but it's not lit up or maintained as well. Just go with it...don't try to inject logic into it.
On my Silverado I can load 60 bales of hay, plus a couple hundred on the trailer. Don't think this novelty would work in the world that provides for these elitist-enviro-consumers
Just wanted to point out that you don't have to buy one...but some people (who don't live on a farm) might want to.
Sixty? Those are some lightweight puss ass bales. Must be wheat straw, the wiffle ball of the hay world.
The brother of one of my high school buddies bought one of those that was an ex-possum sheriff car. Exact same package that Elwood describes to Jake except it was green instead of black and white. That thing ran like a raped ape.
My first was a 1971 Ford F100. It had a straight six, three on the tree, and burned oil like nobody's business.
Yeah, both of those cars were bad ass with those big engines. I think I got gallons to the mile rather than MPG, but that thing could fly, and made this awesome grumbling roar during acceleration. Muscle cars for the win!
Here's what I want. It's electric: https://www.google.com/webhp?source..._enUS554US554&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=etracer Way too expensive though since they are made by hand, especially the outer shell.
First car? A red 1965 Corvair ragtop. The '65s looked like mini Camaros, and didn't have that Nader problem. I still think it was a cool car. Got it for free from a friend who thought it was unfixable, and Dad got it running for a $1.52 part. My second car was my real attempt to be cool, not realizing it was basically a Charlie's Angels car: Yes, I'm flying a kite. Mary told me to go do that.
Yeah, but Jill's car at least had the cool Cobra II package, with the spoilers and stripes. A family that went to my mom's church in the 70s had one that looked exactly like the Charlie's Angels car. They were still basically Pintos, though, which is an insult to both the Mustang and Carrol Shelby.
Oh wow... a hay bale slam. ... ouch what a stinger.. is your tiny little weenie threatened all the time? I'll bet you can get a million really big bales of he-man hay on your GREAT BIG TRUCK!!!!!!
Actually I'm doing the math on 60 bales, and honestly wondering how 60 bales doesn't overload it. Hence my assumption that they must be some light weight (puss ass) bales, probably on a K3500. And yes, I knew it would push your buttons, you're easier to rile up than my three year old.