Beancooker
Oakley Expert
So after work today I head back up to Bremerton to pick up the pair of XX for qtrain23 I hope you are satisfied with them...
I get off work, stopped at the bank and fueled up the car. My wife doesn't know this is going down, so i am keeping all this under the radar. I head home and wait for her to head to work. As soon as the coast is clear I head out.
It was about 70 degrees and wasn't raining, which is almost a miracle. I fire up The Benz opened the sunroof, cranked some tunes and set out... To sit on the I-5 parking lot. JBLM was having its usual traffic nightmare. Too many cars let out at one time on a freeway designed by a toddler on meth. It turns the freeway into a gigantic douche waffle. One hour and ten miles later I have passed that clusterf**k. The rest of the drive was uneventful, aside of the speed trap extravaganza on highway 16. There were a lot of unfortunate speeders getting citations.
The whole trip up I am stressing out, wondering if I was correct when I said they were XX. I start second guessing myself, and am thinking I am either getting qtrain a pair of XX, or I'm buying myself an overpriced ragged out pair of Juliets. By the time I am in Bremerton I'm about to stroke out because I have been second guessing myself for the last 60 miles and two hours. The suspense is f**king killing me. As expected, Tweaker McGee is late, which is adding to the damned suspense.
I meet the ex-methhead, current pothead (who wanted to smoke me out, kind offer, but I'll pass) and we make the deal, which probably looks like a dope deal at a gas station. We stand and chat, and he asks a lot about glasses. He is astonished that there is a forum for sunglasses, and that there are people like us who collect and restore Oakleys.
Now for some pictures...
Standard highway in Washington:
Moving along at a good pace, nice temperature...
Have to pay the state to use their damn bridge..
Tacoma Narrows Bridge...
Nothing better than having your lane WIDE OPEN!!!
Random airplane landing at JBLM, low as f**k over I-5
Me looking great in a pair of Juliets...
Finally home:
Oh, wait, did you really want to see pictures of the glasses?Are they XX or Juliets?
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So, three hours and 122 miles later, here are the spoils of the journey...
They were XX.
I get off work, stopped at the bank and fueled up the car. My wife doesn't know this is going down, so i am keeping all this under the radar. I head home and wait for her to head to work. As soon as the coast is clear I head out.
It was about 70 degrees and wasn't raining, which is almost a miracle. I fire up The Benz opened the sunroof, cranked some tunes and set out... To sit on the I-5 parking lot. JBLM was having its usual traffic nightmare. Too many cars let out at one time on a freeway designed by a toddler on meth. It turns the freeway into a gigantic douche waffle. One hour and ten miles later I have passed that clusterf**k. The rest of the drive was uneventful, aside of the speed trap extravaganza on highway 16. There were a lot of unfortunate speeders getting citations.
The whole trip up I am stressing out, wondering if I was correct when I said they were XX. I start second guessing myself, and am thinking I am either getting qtrain a pair of XX, or I'm buying myself an overpriced ragged out pair of Juliets. By the time I am in Bremerton I'm about to stroke out because I have been second guessing myself for the last 60 miles and two hours. The suspense is f**king killing me. As expected, Tweaker McGee is late, which is adding to the damned suspense.
I meet the ex-methhead, current pothead (who wanted to smoke me out, kind offer, but I'll pass) and we make the deal, which probably looks like a dope deal at a gas station. We stand and chat, and he asks a lot about glasses. He is astonished that there is a forum for sunglasses, and that there are people like us who collect and restore Oakleys.
Now for some pictures...
Standard highway in Washington:
Moving along at a good pace, nice temperature...
Have to pay the state to use their damn bridge..
Tacoma Narrows Bridge...
Nothing better than having your lane WIDE OPEN!!!
Random airplane landing at JBLM, low as f**k over I-5
Me looking great in a pair of Juliets...
Finally home:
Oh, wait, did you really want to see pictures of the glasses?Are they XX or Juliets?
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
So, three hours and 122 miles later, here are the spoils of the journey...
They were XX.