Azulette.

Ahhh, summertime. I'm glad to say this year I was able to slip out of the city for a few weeks and get in a little trucking down in Nicaragua. This baby blue buddy runs on dirty diesel and a plate of gallopinto. Fartin' all the way from Managua to Rivas to the beach here in San Juan del Sur.

Extra Friggin' Innings

Damn. Has it ever been a tough long day when you can't even fit dollies and c-bins in the back of the truck. And imagine, if these poor stiffs just got done moving an apartment of les French or zee Germans, then the day was extra long... because we all know EUROPEANS DON'T TIP FOR SHIT.

These here, my testicles.

"I joyously anticipate the afternoon I spot the chap whose vanity plate reads 'DEEZNUTS'. What a hearty chuckle we shall share. Only in New York City would two strangers both wish to call attention to the existence of his own testicles through the medium of state-issued automobile licensing signage. And in the local vernacular, no less!"

Duster Fedora

"The Captain"

Haunting. Like something right out of a Paul McCarthy installation.

BOX TRUCK Euro Edition

Finally, a fucking European box truck! Weird! Why do you guys have that little door so close to the back of the bed? Whats with that archaic liftgate? Those are really fucking small wheels! Does that foil actually improve your aerodynamics? Because the speed limits here are slow as shit! You know you can buy an environmentally friendly graffiti remover, right? You need a cow pusher. Damn those are small wheels. You guys should visit New York and take notes. I just figured out why that door is at the back of the bed: its because of the archaic liftgate, right? You need to replace that thing. You don't even have a step-up installed to make hopping into the door easier. You need to visit New York.

The So-Called "Hobo Deli"

Dude is like "This hot dog is gonna suck. No bun or nuthin."