Does Anyone Know Of An Automotive Manufacture That Puts Crosshair Hood Ornaments On Their Cars?

Seriously. Route 3, especially in the mornings, is populated by some of the stupidest drivers in the country. Thank goodness I only have to watch out for only three or four of them every morning, instead of the thousands experienced twice daily in the Seattle area. Here's a bulleted list of what I see:

• Guys in monster trucks that tailgate. What gives, guys? I'm not in that big of a hurry to go to work, why are you? Going home I can kinda understand, but going towards the grindstone? I usually drive at the speed limit to about 5 miles over, so it's not like I'm holding anyone back. These guys usually pass the second a broken line is spotted. Just a note - the closer you get, the slower I drive.
  
• Girls in sportscars that tailgate, pass, then slow down. Oh, I'm sorry honey. Does having a car in front of you make it difficult to focus on both the road and your cellphone conversation? Meh.
• People who change speeds from 15 under the speed limit to 15 over. Happens pretty frequently and by far the most aggravating. I followed a car in today that went from 40 for the first ten miles, up to 70 when I tried to pass, then back to 60 the rest of the drive. Evidently marijuana has some strict adherents here in the ADKs.

My solution? A giant muscle car, swaddled in plate steel, with 72 inch tires made out of iron and brawn, with crosshairs for a hood ornament. I could cull the stupid from the herd. Even though such a machine would undoubtedly consume fuel at an ungodly rate, it would actually probably be good for the petroleum scene in general, as I'd be able to remove so many idiots from the driving population. And it would have to have a cannon in the back, so that tailgaters get a face full of BBB.

Enough rantage.

Pick A Peck A Purdy Punkins

The hand is for scale...This pumpkin was featured in an earlier post.

Here's Ethan's Jack-O'-Lantern to be:

See, as it grows, the scars grow, too...

Ethan wanted to try scoring in a Jack-O'-Lantern face on one of the other gourds, but I don't know how much growin' we have left in the season.