This is what middle-aged men do for fun: amble around Lowe's and Home Depot looking at snowblowers. We almost asked the sales guy to take our picture--but how odd would that be, tourists of the big box? Back in the day Stan and I used to cruise the used car lots (he's the only other person I know who actually enjoys that), but then Stan had to go and buy the truck of his dreams (a truck with a moonroof, for goodness sake, and a gas pedal that gives you a foot massage while you drive), so we had to scuttle that part of the road trip. Was I disappointed? Hard to say after all the Thai food I ate; but, for now, the used truck bug seems to be in remission.