My bud Ernie, on the right, and me in front of the DeSoto. Ernie, nickname Weasel, is one of my best friends. You know when you meet someone for the first time and something clicks. That's Weez and I. Our connection is bicycles and riding. We used to race, too, but it's the youngsters time now.
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I hadn't seen Weez or Mrs. Weasel since before Covid hit, but they came out to Cheesy Manor for today for a nice visit. Mrs. Cheesy and Mrs. Weasel had never met before but they hit it right off. At lunch today, you'd wouldn't had known they just met. Laughing and carrying on and no alcohol was involved.
Anyway, we had just gotten back from a drive in the DeSoto when Mrs. Cheesy took my phone and snapped the pic. Best part about the drive was that Mrs. Weasel had never ridden in anything older than 61 Chevy. She was giggling like a school girl.
That's a good story but I gotta ask, Were Mrs. Cheesy and Mrs. Wease doing their laughing and carrying on in the back seat while you and Weez each smoked a cigar on your Sunday drive? And was that drive somewhere out in the country?