If I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner (mobile) then people would drive like buttholes to get to me.

I was driving down the highway and lo, what drives there before me? The Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile! I have never laid eyes upon this mythical creature. It was way ahead of me and I opted to fight traffic to get right up on it. I mean, who would believe me? It would be received like when Jen saw a Sasquatch in Montreal. (Now I know why traffic is so bad lately.)

But feast your eyes on this, you hotdog eaters of yore:















I yelled Wait! Lemme ketchup! and I got the tail end. Well, then the big dog fell way behind and I captured this:















But at long last, he rolled up next to me. Ah, an American kids dream come true!

And here we have a Nova Scotian kid's dream come true. (That's for Dean, Renee.) A lobster truck in Falls Church.

I need a car will a big ole bug on it.