Life Inside the Wienermobile Vehicle
Stories from the road
The Wienermobile is sometimes difficult to get around a bustling city, but boy is she a versatile old girl. After racking up mile after mile on the Texas Interstate, the Wienermobile found itself at Houston Hobby International on a new mission.
Stevie Bunder had received a call from a friend who had been traveling through Houston on business and needed to rest his weary body. The Wienermobile was about to welcome its honorary third member, White Bun Brady from Minneapolis. While rental car vans and taxicabs routinely make their way through the terminal drop off, the Wienermobile squeezed itself through the terminal, making jet lagged travelers perk up like seeing a puppy dog for the first time. The Wienermobile, however, is no puppy. White Bun Brady was ecstatic to be making his debut ride on the Wienermobile in Houston. And to be welcomed by Atta Dog Alex and Stevie Bunder on such short notice was such a sweet treat that even the airport police took a few pictures before regretfully shooing us away.
1. You check to make sure everything you go under is at least 11′ tall, and you panic when there is no sign at all.
As Hotdoggers progress into the 11th month of Hotdogging, we have accumulated an abundance of clothes, souvenirs, and trinkets.
Now that heavy luggage has caused strained backs, pulled hamstrings, and boiling frustration, Atta Dog Alex and I set up shop to rid ourselves of our material belongings. After all, in the words of Democritus, “happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul”.
The Wienermobile travels to places big and places small,
But NYC takes the (pizza) pie as the biggest of them all.