Steamroller Party

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When I was young, I was fascinated by steamrollers, even though I never saw one in real life. I saw them in Bugs Bunny cartoons, and probably on some educational TV shows like Mr. Rogers Neighbourhood.  I just never saw one in real life.

I am not sure why I found them to be so cool, but as a little boy, moving earth, constructing and building using big cranes, cement trucks, and bulldozers seemed cool.

Over the years, I have seen them from a car window as we sped past. Whether I was a driver or passenger, I tried to get a look at them.

Now, this morning, on a day that was predicted to be hot and muggy, I came across these two parked on the street near my house. I probably should have run for the bus, but I couldn’t help but stop and take a picture.  I felt like a kid again.

I posted it on my Instagram as a steamroller party and could not think of a more appropriate title for this post as well.

Absolutely, Today’s Perfect Moment.

 

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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