Somewhere in a warehouse parking lot in the middle of the city, sits all the presidents...
...heads, that is.
...and the Beatles, too...
Still a Roosevelt Teddy after all these years...
I really have no explanation to this...
These magnificent statues are truly a sight to see.
Later... these guys were spotted off the side of the freeway.
Mount Rushhour.
Houston is actually pretty rich with art...
...even in the ghetto.
Get your mind out of the gutter. It's the Field of Vision...
Some real finger lickin' good Texas bbq for lunch...
...next to the big armadillo, of course...
Beyond this beer can fence...
...is the beer can house...
Then there is the giant red saxophone made of an old WV Beetle...
That's all folks. Houston got us for 1 whole day. It's time to pack up and move along, little doggy.
That is if we don't run out of gas on this roadtrip, get chopped up and made into chili, first...
2 comments:
I am growing my Beard out till you guys get back just so I feel part of the trip again. Oh yea, I thought I told Mike that only two things come out of Texas. Queers and Steers, and I don't see any Horns on him. That must mean only one thing. I'll let you figure that one out Sarah. Miss ya goons!
Howcome our State doesn't have any fun cool landmarks like these. Looks like Lucky is having a blast
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