25 September 2014
We coasted into Hopewell Boro from the west. First up was Bull's Eye.
The pun had to be made sooner or later.
Sir Not Appearing in this Film:
I made sure we'd see our old friend George and his Senior Officers.
When I explained how Bob covered up the drain hole by painting trouser buttons, Celeste crawled underneath to inspect. I didn't have my camera ready in time. Damn.
We were hungry. We stopped at Boro Bean. We hung out there for a long time. Although we got on our bikes, we could have walked to the Cool, Collected, Collaged Ox.
Kinda meh.
Across from the Brick Farm Market was An Ox for All Seasons. This one is worth a lot of close inspection.
Agricolox sports a bee worthy of Doctor Who.
one big-ass bee
Spinning into the VortOx was another one whose meaning we sort of missed.
The Ox and the Birds reminds me of Mexican art:
Is the Wizard of Ox a unicorn?
What are the fuzzy-looking things?
We all liked Tyson:
thumb prints!
That was the last ox we saw in the borough. I took us out of town on Carter Road. More on the last leg of the tour tomorrow.
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