not really a workout.

Today I took Eryn's boys to the Mack Museum in Allentown. It's the first time I've taken Bubba since his meltdown at Christmas. He did better today. Maybe a B, or a B-.

I picked all three kids up and left the girl child at my house to weed. She's going to Shady Maple tomorrow and wanted to earn money to spend. I have weeds that need to be pulled it's a win-win.

I left her with Sharon and Pat, and we headed to Mack. While in the car, I went over the outing rules with Bubba in the car. Basically, if you piss off or embarrass Aunt Gayle you're going home and never getting in my car again. It worked.

To get there, you go to Lehigh Street, Turn on Vultee and pretty much follow the detour for the Parkway. (Note to Bonnie: ALL the detour signs are now up.) When you get to the end of the detour you keep going. When the road ends you're there.

The boys loved having to stop at the guard gate.  She told us to follow the road to the right. I have no idea why. The museum was right in front of us. Above us was the old test track.

The museum is part of the old factory. There are big rooms and halls.

We went in and we checked in with the receptionist. We had to wait about 10 minutes for our tour guide. I didn't realize it was a guided tour. I now know more about Mack Trucks than I ever cared too. And he gave us the "kids" tour because I told them the young child had a short attention span.

Finally we started. I gave Bubba my iPod and he took over 200 pictures.  (I burnt him a disk and then deleted most of them from my computer.)

The first show room had the oldest vehicles. The second room the newest. Including the Megatron from Transformers. This model has plastic extras in the front. Movies, all smoke and mirrors. They were able to climb into a brand spanking new truck and a garbage truck in this room.

Then it was a long hall of engines and toy mack trucks. As well as other small items. This is where I took the camera away. He took 15 pictures of just the pins. Then we entered another large showroom of old trucks and fire engines. Here they got to sit in two old fire trucks. There was also a turbo powered truck there.

Museums are often a good workout. But this one wasn't. Everything was tight and compact. It was old fashioned, like museums should be. No interactive displays and computers. Just a bunch of old trucks and people talking about them.

Kool J also lost interest from time to time, but it was easily brought back. He told me it was a lot of fun, except when the men in the group talked about engines.

Bubba lost interest ... except in photography. He has the attention span of a gnat. But he asks a lot of questions.  He's also rude and asks the questions while other people are talking. And often they are not relevant questions. He walks in front of other people while they are taking pictures. I sense he has not been taught boundaries. We'll try another local trip before we try the Philly Zoo.

Here's some trucks:

Sound  proofing panels. This was a show room of trucks, but in a former life the would test the noise level of each model here. If they would be different colors, it could be art.

The oldest truck. It's actually a bus.