In an homage to the Jasper Fforde character who is beleaguered by poorly constructed sentences, while I was out walking the dog today, a man drove by in a car wearing Stetson cologne.

Frankly, the fact that I could smell and identify the cologne so easily leads me to feel that insisting the vehicle was indeed wearing it is not an unreasonable thing to do. That's just too much cologne, when random passers-by get a good three or four breaths of the stuff, plus one lingering whiff after the car is gone.

OTOH, boy, do I love me some Stetson. MmmMMmmm. :)

miles to Isengard: 156