well, this is annoying…
…and i’m not quite sure how it happened.
it started when an old skater buddy went on vacation. one of the places he rolled through, complete with copious amounts of pics (as he does) was cadillac ranch in north texas, and attached to something in those parts is this:
so, they were referred to as “muffler men”, these giant roadside statues, which to me says they once advertised mufflers but i can’t find any documentation of such things. this one, for all the world, appears to have always been a cowboy, at one point being in front of a steak house that had replaced another failing steakhouse in the same building at the same location. when that one, unironically, failed, the cowboy was auctioned off to an rv park where it stands as a roadside attraction in front of three pristine caddies piloted by mannequins made to look like elvis (born in mississippi, not from texas), john wayne (born in iowa, not from texas) and willie nelson (who, of course, actually is from texas).
i remember him from being in front of the steakhouse a couple times i was in town and hanging out with dad back in the early 2000’s. not so much from the 2020 run, but that was mentally taxing (dad’s unnecessary amarillo funeral) and snow covered, so i didn’t go around much.
what i DON’T remember was the “2nd Amendment” being on the front of his bright yellow shirt (“amarillo” is “yellow” in spanish for anyone curious) so i’m not sure where or why that came about, but texas is gonna texas so here we are. he is known as “the 2nd amendment cowboy” and just googling him somehow got my email on a list where now i get trip advisor emails about things to do in the area, other attractions of interest, and other topics attempting to do the impossible – get my ass back to amarillo.
newsflash – unless it’s so i can retrieve my dad’s watch he promised me, or some other items of his, i have zero interest in ever going anywhere in the 806 area code ever again. ever. in life. i don’t even wanna drive THROUGH it.
so they can keep their gun-advertising (but, ironically, not gun CARRYING) cowboy – he was better off hawking cheap steaks, anyway.