Our trip included donuts and free iron
Last Saturday afternoon I gave away a piece of square tubing. I had had it for the better part of 20 years, and it finally reached the point I knew I wasn’t going to use it, so I hauled it to a couple fellows that have a welding shop west of La Grange, Wyo., and just gave it to them.
Now it isn’t the value of the tubing. In fact, I didn’t have a penny in it. I had gotten it for nothing 20 years ago. On the way home from Greeley I picked it up on 1-25. But that isn’t the main point of this either. This tubing was part of one of the best practical jokes I ever pulled.
It was in the fall of the year at a time when we weren’t real busy. Oh, there was plenty to do, and more that needed to be done, but it was so I could get away for a day, and that’s what Gary and I did.
I needed a couple gates and I don’t remember what Gary needed, but we were going to the big farm-ranch store in Greeley, Colo.
Now to add to all this, about a month or so before they had opened a topless donut coffee shop at Fort Collins, and a friend of mine that was an iron peddler (heavy machinery salesman) had told be about it.
“Hoppy, you need to stop there at least once. You won’t believe your eyes. The donuts aren’t bad, the coffee is good and the scenery is fantastic.”
Well, Gary hadn’t heard about this place, and along about the time we left Cheyenne, I remarked we should have stopped for coffee. Gary thought we should have stopped for coffee and even offered to buy if we did. Not too long before we got to the Wellington exit I mentioned I had heard about a new donut shop in Fort Collins, and we could stop there.
Gary thought that a fine idea. He’s a lot like me, plant an idea, and the longer it goes, the better it sounds, and he was really hungry for a donut.
Well we finally made it to Fort Collins, and the donut shop was on the east side of the interstate and the north side of Highway 14, but we got there, I kept Gary talking from the pickup to the door, and kind of bumped him when he went through the door so that he was all the way in before he really looked around.
We were most of the way to the counter and about ready to sit down when Gary finally looked around. The look on his face was worth a million. In fact a picture would have been worth a lot more than ten thousand words.
We had just gotten seated when she asked for our order, and she had to be a least 70 years old, looked it, and was topless.
The donuts weren’t bad, in fact rather good, and the coffee was real good, but I think the scenery must have changed a little since Dick was there.
We made it to the farm-ranch supply store, I got my gates, and Gary found what he wanted and we headed home. Somewhere north of Wellington was this piece of square tubing laying on the road. When I spotted it, I pulled over, waited until traffic had lessen, and walked back and picked it up. Only one small problem. This stick of tubing was 20 feet long and the pickup box 8 feet long, plus the tailgate. The gates I bought were 10 feet long.
We managed to get the tubing in between the gates and secured with a couple of these rubber straps. Still had 10 feet sticking out the back. Needed a red rag.
And then I noticed Gary was wearing a red jacket. No, we weren’t going to tie his jacket to the tubing and he didn’t mince any words. Come to think about it, he hadn’t minced many words since the donut shop.
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