A couple miles down the road it finally occurs to me; no one leaving Burdock would really need to know about the pavement markings or even the need to pick up a door-to-door licence at the Dept of Miscellaneous. For that matter, the probable place to pick that up was at the Township Hall anyways. Probably as soon as Judge Kippatrick saw the sign the matter would be quickly and promptly resolved.
However as soon as the Assistant Township Administrator got a load of Ernie’s latest caper, the matter would be taken care of. Pronto, anyways.
About then, I noticed there was no longer any evidence of tractor-blue plastic-goo body work off of the RodneyMobile to mark the trail.
The Weenerman must have turned off further back.
I figure out where he made the turn, execute a fifthteen-point turnaround, spin the rear wheels in the berms of Clover county and back-track to where the Weenerman went off on another tangent.
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