The Cow-Pilot has been back on the job for almost a year now. The way it started was one day as we picked up our mail at the mailbox that is half a mile from the house UP on the Tundra, there was a small package for The Old Lady from a friend. Inside was the Cow and she flipped it up on the dash of the car. It lived there until the car died and was removed before sending the car to the automotive graveyard. We never thought to transfer it to the other car and after I got my truck, never thought to put it in the truck. It lived on a shelf and got packed and moved when we moved here and then lived on a shelf again. Last year The Old Lady got a new car and one of the first things she did was put the Cow-Pilot to work again.
I tried several times to get a good picture of the Cow-Pilot on the job, but the glare on the windshield always got in the way. When I was at The Kid's place the other week, I was able to take the picture when the car was parked in the carport. It still took several attempts because of all the pollen on the windshield.