How you doin? Me? I'm good. It was a meteor we saw in Albuquerque's northern sky last night, after the Zumba class and as you would imagine is a barrel of monkeys, but that's another blog... The strip of fire looked like a jet lighting up, a blaze shooting across the horizon as it extinguished itself, a rocket moving in a horizontal trajectory, fantastic, quick burst of radiance, and then it faded out, vanished, vaporized. <
Right, right, right, right, right, right.<
This butte, a 1957 Ford Meteor Ranchero (picture by Prarie Dog), preceeded Chevolet's El Camino, another coupe... part car, part truck, stylish, distinctive, utilty vehicle for the discriminant motorist, industrious and attractive.
The plane is a Turner RT-14 Meteor =====>>>Here's another creation,
a flower, referred to as a Meteor.
Below, one more image and reference to a meteor; "Meteor Man"...
My guess is he's gay, fighting through the worst conditions possible to get to his main squeeze; "Muffin Man" or some such...
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