By now we are passing another feild growing green with stalks of corn all over.
Twisty nods, "There’s some signs there, bet they’re my Uncle’s."
WeenerMan sticks his head out the window to read the signs, "SeedGiant76XL384, SeedGiant77XL25d, SeedGiant94XM972,"
"Hey, we found your Uncle’s test plot!" I comment.
"No Silly’s," Twisty frowns, "The signs on the other side of the road."
"Oh those," I say to the Weenerman, "I think she means for us to read those signs lining the feild on the other side of the road," I turn and nod to Twisty, "Sorry for any inconvenience, entirely inadvertant."
"Please Read," Twisty implores.
At the Speed the Rodney-Mobile is traveling, we are now barely even with the first sign.
The Weener-man reads it, "Expecting BB-Supplied,"
"Find Out It’s BBYO,"
"If They Serve,"
"Our Famous BBQ-R!!!"
"My Uncle’s Signature Recipe," Twisty says proudly.
The Weener-Man with his head out of the car window, inhales deeply, "I can smell the savory juices of roasting pork and steaks."
Twisty smiles, "Must mean we’re getting close."
I shrug, "Who knows, on a good day, the Weener-man can smell a dinner cooking twenty miles away.’
Twisty grins , "Twenty-Miles, Or More."