I went shoeing the other day at a little country town nearby for some rodeo friends. 6 brothers that all ride roughstock and live in the same house. This is one of those places that you can show up any time of day or night, and there's always something exciting goin' on.
When I arrived I spotted 2 of the boys converting a Ford Escort into a log-skidder,(by welding a grapple on the back) two others was installing ditch witch trencher tires on the front. One of them was in the front yard trading a coon dog for a Ninetendo, and the other was talking to me when he got a phone call. Seems there was an emu escape in town.
The crew dropped what they were doing and rushed to the truck and took off (these kind of people don't make plans). I decided I'd ride along too, because somebody might get "skint-up".