Dakota mid-way through a cross country trip a few years ago,
watching the flags on the poles in front of a convenience
store indicate the headwind was continuing, and sipping a
cold coke in the 100 degree heat, an elderly gent
approached, did a sidelong look at the two touring rigs
leaning up against the building in the shade, voiced the
usual "boy what a load comments" and annoited the two
beasts the "Wire Donkeys".