We are going back to Alabama tonight, just a for a little joy ride up old highway 231, one of my personal favorite highways. I rank it right up there with U.S. 19 along the west side of Florida. In fact, 231 is just a good swimming hole away from taking the top spot. Driving 231 into Alabama makes me feel all southern in an irrational way. The South is the hot sun glaring off the cotton fields, the patient pace of traffic rolling less than 80 mph, and seeing the green signs for holy ground like Selma and question mark towns like Rehobeth. Sometimes I stop at the outlet mall in Red Level, just to browse the racks of Carhartts and contemplate a switch to full-time overalls.
Overalls, all the time and nothing but, now that’s an aspiration.
I’m almost there.
I’ve taken a photo of that bird before too! There is another sculpture outside, isn’t there? A bird and something else? It’s been awhile…Cool!
Yes, Nicol, the other one is a giant steer made of similar materials. Very classy place Alabama.
Have no doubt Mary, overalls are in my future.
Ha. 🙂 Every state has their “classy places.” I wanted to go inside whatever that building is in the photo, but it was closed.
It’s a motorcycle repair shop, the rooster is made of motorcycle chrome. The bull’s got nothing on the rooster; it’s just lame.
If you’re going overalls-only, be careful. Carhartts got a rivet right there in the crotch, and it’ll heat up something quick around a campfire!
Maybe next time you get an urge to travel Rt. 231 you could just go to a Tractor Supply instead. 😉