Eric's truck

There's no way to explain the things Eric loves. Actually, there is. In a word, "crap." (I'm not including myself or othere loved ones in the "things" category!) This is the only way to understand why he almost leapt into traffic to get a picture of this truck, and why he's still holding a grudge against me for not taking a picture of the Suburu Brat near his grandmother's house. I got him a book called, "Crap Cars," the Museum of Modern Art in Chicago once, and he was really disappointed to find out it wasn't a catalog. I guess I should just be grateful that we hope not to own an auto in Australia...