He was perfect. His white hair hung half way down his back and his white beard and mustache were full and bushy and long too. He appeared right out of the Bible so we called him Methuselah, but only behind his back.
The tire for the gator went flat again so we stopped in Hagerstown to have the tire repaired on the way to Bethesda. Our plan was to pick the tire up on our way back to the farm tomorrow. This long haired man came to check the tire. I think he was the owner. It required a phone call to find a tire, but he felt it best for us to replace the tire as there was a split in the side. I was wondering why the man in Everett did not see the crack, but I am glad he missed it, because now we got to meet Methuselah.
One of the joys of traveling is the unusual people you meet in out of the way places. Methuselah was polite and competent and pleasant and helpful but he looked like he was out of a long ago era. He was a wonderful sight. Perhaps tomorrow we will get him to pose for a picture.
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