If The Concrete Never Comes.
It’s not every
day you get to see a Garth Brooks-themed industrial vehicle (unless you work
for Doherty Concrete on a 24/7 basis, that is).
Garth Brooks-themed Doherty Concrete vehicle (near-side view) |
When I spotted it on
my way back from town this morning, I did a double take. I was so
close to it initially that it took a while for the enormity of what I was
passing to sink in. At first, the style of the artwork made me assume it was a
fairground attraction, but no, it was something much more mundane than that; it
was a way of transporting large quantities of sand, gravel and cement from A to
B with the intention of mixing concrete, that happened to be decorated to a country
and western motif.
Garth Brooks-themed Doherty Concrete vehicle (off-side view) |
…and why not? Let's face it: Garth Brooks and concrete are synonymous. They’re both the
most successful in their idiom; I challenge you to name a
bigger-selling C&W artist or a more widely used composite building
material, and I dare you to say it to my
face.
(I may mould a giant concrete Stetson in tribute.)
I won’t take the piss out of the people driving it, however, as they were kind enough to let me take pictures, after clearly staring the first time I walked past, then returning a few minutes later when I realised I couldn’t let the opportunity to document it pass me by. I lied a bit though, by saying my mum was a big fan; of Garth Brooks, not haulage.
(I may mould a giant concrete Stetson in tribute.)
I won’t take the piss out of the people driving it, however, as they were kind enough to let me take pictures, after clearly staring the first time I walked past, then returning a few minutes later when I realised I couldn’t let the opportunity to document it pass me by. I lied a bit though, by saying my mum was a big fan; of Garth Brooks, not haulage.