#grain truck

[kiwi-rebel-57-06]

Kiwi Rebel. '49 Studebaker R16 Grain Truck.

#studebaker #r16 #'49 #grain truck

[jettacar]

late birthday gift for a friend!! custom truck themed around their sona :3

#dodge #truck #d600 #grain truck #hot rod #custom #lorry #digital art #furry art #wolf #folf

[whereifindsanity]

Chris Attrell Photography

#moving day #grain elevator #ford country #ford trucks #saskatchewan

[tomwindeknecht]

I can't believe it took me nearly 4 years of living out here to eat at the Joshua Tree Saloon. Their burgers are really good!

Joshua Tree, California | Mojave Desert

#joshua tree #joshua tree saloon #looks like film #grain #film grain #california #mojave desert #banal #everyday life #hi desert #vintage cars #vintage trucks #mundane #americana #film aesthetic #retro aesthetic #vintage aesthetic #vintage americana #roadside #desert #desert life

[arseniccattails]

Consider: Autobot sniper division. They have a grudge against the Wreckers because everyone thinks 'Perceptor' when you say sniper but they're literally full of crackshots.

#the bot sniper squad is where all my ocs are from. literally all of them #including: grain the tablesaw and her large as of yet unnamed semi truck boygirlfriend #also I put Tappet in there. girl who does the Akira bike slide but he is the bike and also hes shooting a firearm simultaneously

[witchofthesouls]

Today, I learned that grain is combustible.

Apparently, humans and Cybertronians have way more in common than I thought.

#transformers #my thoughts #look this is hilarious to me #like the weird species do keep themselves alive and trucking #it's weirder because I know flour is flammable. i just didnt connect it to grain in general as well lol

[forthepleasureofmylife]

Bushwick N.Y.C.

Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

#truck #bushwick #nyc #source:forthepleasureofmylife #high grain #high noise #dieter krehbiel #green eyes 55 #photography #street photography #photographers on tumblr #black and white #urban #2020s #urban photography #source: forthepleasureofmylife #new york city #power pole #utility pole

[carideatheecreative]

did anyone ever talk about the rampant bigotry on one piece beyond the misogyny and sexism? because it sure has a lot more issues than that!

#one piece live-blogging #also if you hear an one piece fan saying that one piece is anti-racist #take that it with not a grain but so much salt it could fill the biggest truck in the world #also random but don't like kin'emon </3 leave this gross man in this island </3 #1pc live-blogging

[russmorris]

41/42 Chevy pick-up.

Ricoh GR Digital II

#blackandwhite #bnw #bw #carphotography #cars #compact #composition #contrast #digital #grain #grd2 #monochrome #photography #ricoh #square #theartofseeing #truck #vintage

[stone-cold-groove]

From the car files: an image from the 1952 Ford trucks brochure.

#ford #1952 ford grain box truck #1952 #ford trucks #1952 ford #vintage advertising #vintage illustration #farming #ford tractors

[tessetc]

2022

I’m a little behind but I wanted to do a bit of a summary of my year in fandom. In 2022 I published six fanfics. Three of them were inspired by fics by Misslilylashes, as I needed to punish her for repeatedly traumatizing me with her agonizing yet amazing writing. 

My longest work of the year was Signal Transfer, which was my submission for the DCRB. I think it turned out really fantastic, and I am super proud of it. It had 14 universes and spanned 40 years, and it had a blue Impala in it.  I am also really proud of oxygen, in which I summarized all of canon Destiel in 1500 words before fixing it, as well as Clemency, in which I gave Cas an epic speech and a lightning sword.  My MPC server has seven members, and I fucking love every single one of them. Although none of them are on tumblr wtf

I am looking forward to 2023, and I have hopefully got some good things coming. I will have a fic posting for the Dean/Cas Pinefest in February (stay tuned) and I have Lots Of Good Intentions regarding some of my WiPs. I would love to finish Wings of Clouded Sulphur, Pucking Around, and Out of Your Mouth and Under My Skin. (please jack don’t ever let me give anything such a long title ever again omfg) I intend to finish at least one of these before starting anything else. (although oneshots are a constant threat) Anyway, that’s all for me. I was gonna put links to all the fics here but I am lazy AF and it’s late so I’m just gonna drop a link to my Ao3 instead and you can dig around in the mess of works if you like.  Happy Belated New Year!!

#ao3 #fallout #spn #spn fic #destiel #grain trucks #i forgot to mention the grain trucks #oh well

[pointsfortrying]

woe to feel nostalgia for a culture that had never been your own yet you had participated in for years,,,,,

#rye rambles #saw some photos of italy and mention of santa lucia.... #we'd leave out grains for her donkey once in elementary school the class set up a lil place for santa lucia #and the next day the grains were scattered on the floor bc of the teachers ofc but our tiny kids minds were blown!! #head in hands #italy had Several issues but god i miss miss the vibes #never rly got to explore the town i lived in (bla bla mental health stuff) and i regret it constantly! #my memory is So shot bc of repression etc but the few things i do remember that are good are just... holds gently #library and parks my beloveds #that one underground furniture store that had the Tiniest arm chair #the one store out of the way that only had 1 display window and it was filled with katanas #christmas market and also thursday(?) markets that guy who gave me an apple for free but i didnt like apples so i gave it to my sister #running around the fountain in the duomo and getting splashed by stray droplets #the pizzeria store and the food trucks that sold french fries #it rly just is that isnt it you'll always miss the things you don't have anymore #always regret not having cherished the good things more #and thats okay #i cherish the few positive memories i have and i try to cherish what i got now more as well even if its hard #sdfjklsdlk #ignore me i am just having Thoughts #been in a vibe recently contemplating just how #different my life is #things change #and its weird #but it doesnt have to be all bad #simply... thinks...

[vos-porwave]

if i wasnt so terrified of driving i think id want a truck

#whole grain speaks #like a really big one #8 wheel one or smth #convert the back into a camper or smth #make a truck apart ments #homeboy wants to be a vagabond but lacks the physical health and strength to be one so big ol truck is my best shot

[komalstringentdatalytics]

#Global Grain Truck Market Size #Share #Trends #Growth #Industry Analysis #Key Players #Revenue #Future Development & Forecast

[gallusrostromegalus]

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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#Family Lore #Long Post #Local Man Experiences Local Weather

[rollrite]

#automotive #tarp systems for dump trucks #grain trailer tarps #agricultural tarps