I have to tell this story. Kate and I spent most of Saturday using a hydraulic splitter to take apart a huge red oak tree. As we worked on an especially knotty log I asked her to give it some more gas. She looked at what you see here a second, moved the throttle lever towards the turtle, and the struggling engine died.
"But didn't the tortoise beat the hare in the end?" She said.
I've looked at those symbols (in use since when, the 1970's?) hundreds of times and never seen that angle. A nod to Aesop? Why not a snail and a racehorse?
We were dog tired and pretty beat up by that time, and amongst a big pile of split wood, we made like the hare and took a break.
Labels: Aesop, carbondale, hare, Kate, tortoise
