Here is a pic sent to me today by Pher, who graciously gave up some of her life last winter/spring to ride with my brother down to his race in Florida after his heart attack. This scene is outside of a St. Petersburg FL Motel where the sign says that they FAX pets. I think it's called the George Washington Motel, and we did sleep there, but I don't believe he ever did. I had been staying with my mom in FL at the time, so their secondary mission was to pick me up and bring me back to Raleigh.
Yes, Our Lady Of Perpetual Motion does require a bit of oil now and again. And yes, that is my hat.

PS don't eat wild oranges growing next to the road. They taste like car.