Ooh, this makes me think of my friend who grew up in Hondo, Texas — out west of San Antonio and into West Texas — and her tales of being stuck in sandstorms.
Cindy and I know about sandstorms too. They are always scary in unexpected ways. Get a big one and sand will get in your mouth even if you’re locked in a bank vault. Get a big one and static electricity courses through it, and everybodys’ hair stands straight out. I saw a car once that was bright silver when it had been green the same morning: sand had stripped the paint when the driver drove straight into the arriving cloud at high speed. And the windshield looked like an old person with cataracts.
I can imagine a back story here. The range boss says: “You boys left it in the ditch coming back drunk–you can damn sure drag the son of a bitch back.”
Phil–I’m generally happy to see any natural disaster I am able to later tell about. Wouldn’t it be great if they had things like the force fields found in science fiction novels? Little observation sites that are impervious to damage–with diamond walls.
That’s a great idea, Daryl! Except I guess people would get to fighting over them — trying to yank others out of force fields and muscle their own way inside.
[...] Daryl Scroggins: Cindy and I know about sandstorms too. They are always scary in unexpected ways. Get a big one and sand will get in your mouth even if you’re locked in a bank vault. Get a big one and static electricity courses through it, and everybodys’ hair stands straight out. I saw a car once that was bright silver when it had been green the same morning: sand had stripped the paint when the driver drove straight into the arriving cloud at high speed. And the windshield looked like an old person with cataracts. [...]
I know how this works.
My first thought was that a raid was taking place, with cowboys dragging modern technology into the past.
Ooh, this makes me think of my friend who grew up in Hondo, Texas — out west of San Antonio and into West Texas — and her tales of being stuck in sandstorms.
I do love this even though I have my doubts about their moving that car.
Cindy and I know about sandstorms too. They are always scary in unexpected ways. Get a big one and sand will get in your mouth even if you’re locked in a bank vault. Get a big one and static electricity courses through it, and everybodys’ hair stands straight out. I saw a car once that was bright silver when it had been green the same morning: sand had stripped the paint when the driver drove straight into the arriving cloud at high speed. And the windshield looked like an old person with cataracts.
Daryl, would it be wrong of me to want to witness that? Holy shit!
I can imagine a back story here. The range boss says: “You boys left it in the ditch coming back drunk–you can damn sure drag the son of a bitch back.”
Phil–I’m generally happy to see any natural disaster I am able to later tell about. Wouldn’t it be great if they had things like the force fields found in science fiction novels? Little observation sites that are impervious to damage–with diamond walls.
I think the car is in control and the cowboys and horses are merely its engine.
That’s a great idea, Daryl! Except I guess people would get to fighting over them — trying to yank others out of force fields and muscle their own way inside.
Daryl, I like the way you think!
[...] Daryl Scroggins: Cindy and I know about sandstorms too. They are always scary in unexpected ways. Get a big one and sand will get in your mouth even if you’re locked in a bank vault. Get a big one and static electricity courses through it, and everybodys’ hair stands straight out. I saw a car once that was bright silver when it had been green the same morning: sand had stripped the paint when the driver drove straight into the arriving cloud at high speed. And the windshield looked like an old person with cataracts. [...]