Returning from Rochester & Points North, I spotted something in the rearview mirror that could have been either a Yellow Submarine or a storage tank. As whatever it was got closer, the view got weirder:
Huh. Who’d’a thunk it?
A stiff crosswind pushed them all over the lane:
I hope they arrived at their destination with the shiny side up and the rubber side down.
Mary clicked the camera for these.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 