I will spare you the link. If you're really curious, there's always Google.
But hey. We were in the neighborhood.
You see, my great niece (my, how that makes one sound ancient) had an 8 a.m. soccer game in the Valley and my co-worker, The Videographer's, band, The BBBBandits, had an 11 a.m. set at the Kon (REAL Show Girls!) Tiki car show at State Line, a evocative no-man's-land of dive bars on the Idaho side of the Washington-Idaho border. Anytime I can catch the BBBBandits surf rock sound on the south side of 6 p.m. -- my bedtime -- I'm all over it.
|There was this kind of red thing going on.|
Today, well, let's just say, State Line is a shadow of its former self. As we all are.
But the Kon (REAL Show Girls!) Tiki car show was nothing short of A.W.E.S.O.M.E. It was just as advertised: Beer, Burgers, Babes and Bands. Not to mention some sweet rides, colorful characters and wonderfully weird vignettes.
|No matter WHAT you read on the Internet, the mullet is|
alive and well in North Idaho.
|A public apology to the Number 1 and 2 Sons:|
I'm sorry we didn't have an airbrushed family portrait on the
back of the mini-van when you were growing up.
Please don't be scarred for life.
Chrome, steel and burnished leather shimmered like hot jewels in the late morning sun.