This is a Weatherby over-under shotgun. For some reason, I've been thinking that old-school shotguns are awesome. Someday I want to be that old man in a wife beater and sock-garters yelling at people to get off his lawn while wielding a shotgun.
This is a Triumph Bonneville Motorcycle. I will probably never be able to justify buying this machine, but there's something that happens to the American man's psyche when summer hits, and it involves vague, gigantic cocepts like "the open road" and "classic motorcycles".
This is a Barbour International Motorcycle Jacket. In my conception of the ideal American summer, the ideal American man is wearing this jacket, riding the above motorcycle, shooting (non-endangered) elk with the shotgun.
Looks like someone’s been reading Kerouac again…
Actually, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and Hopscotch, but both Pirsig and Cortazar wish they were Kerouac anyway.
heh- what male American author doesn’t these days?