Well, day before yesterday got sort of wild; at least. I ended up asking my upstairs neighbor to tow me to Seattle; where there's a shop I've chosen to fix up my now two summers down '91 Festiva "Hyugo." She's a great person, a career Alzheimer's care giver at that about three decades or more, close to my age; who was living in this apartment complex when I moved in during February of '08. Someone here quite a few years before me; who is a fantastic mechanic, a musician and a horse woman.
I was riding my old ten speed away from some grocery shopping Sunday afternoon, when I saw her on her pedal power bicycle at the local laundromat we all have to go to now, since this apartment complex is so cheap they refuse to repair the washers or dryers any more.
The reason she'd been astride, who also has mentioned she rides a suicide clutch Indian motorcycle; was due to finding one of the front tires on her white two-door '65 Ford Galaxie 500 hardtop flat that morning. After what amazed me, driving over to the Winthrop, WA area on some sort of a lark; mainly to buy a certain type of chocolate sold only at the Diablo Dam area city gift shop en route.
I'd told her that I'd imagined her car was pretty much an "in-county" ride, decent for getting around locally; though not really up for such a grand enough jaunt: Thus, my notion of the tow into Seattle; which she'd taken more than a little askance, I can tell I'll have to let sink in and mellow at least a little while. She's suggested I use the Mexican owned shop just a block up the street, so this is some heavy politics to work on; worth noting that the shop in Seattle's Rainier Valley also seems Mexican owned.
Simply a better vibe; in the sense of being someplace I like going generally...with both Seattle's jazz venue The Royal Room, and the Life Enrichment Bookstore in the same block there-the manager of the latter place, who recommended the shop to me. [http://theroyalroomseattle.com/ [https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lems-...03141953032997
The Galaxie sure is peculiar looking nowadays; after an ignominious experience for such a venerable rust bucket type, in reality sleeper; when a few years ago she'd managed to cream someone traveling at enough speed her car is now what I describe as "Popeye with a monocle." The driver's side single headlight still wildly askew if functional, and the two vertical stock sealed beams on the left, holding forth more normally; that for quite a while were all the forward illumination the car'd had despite her frequently working night shifts.
I was riding my old ten speed away from some grocery shopping Sunday afternoon, when I saw her on her pedal power bicycle at the local laundromat we all have to go to now, since this apartment complex is so cheap they refuse to repair the washers or dryers any more.
The reason she'd been astride, who also has mentioned she rides a suicide clutch Indian motorcycle; was due to finding one of the front tires on her white two-door '65 Ford Galaxie 500 hardtop flat that morning. After what amazed me, driving over to the Winthrop, WA area on some sort of a lark; mainly to buy a certain type of chocolate sold only at the Diablo Dam area city gift shop en route.
I'd told her that I'd imagined her car was pretty much an "in-county" ride, decent for getting around locally; though not really up for such a grand enough jaunt: Thus, my notion of the tow into Seattle; which she'd taken more than a little askance, I can tell I'll have to let sink in and mellow at least a little while. She's suggested I use the Mexican owned shop just a block up the street, so this is some heavy politics to work on; worth noting that the shop in Seattle's Rainier Valley also seems Mexican owned.
Simply a better vibe; in the sense of being someplace I like going generally...with both Seattle's jazz venue The Royal Room, and the Life Enrichment Bookstore in the same block there-the manager of the latter place, who recommended the shop to me. [http://theroyalroomseattle.com/ [https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lems-...03141953032997
The Galaxie sure is peculiar looking nowadays; after an ignominious experience for such a venerable rust bucket type, in reality sleeper; when a few years ago she'd managed to cream someone traveling at enough speed her car is now what I describe as "Popeye with a monocle." The driver's side single headlight still wildly askew if functional, and the two vertical stock sealed beams on the left, holding forth more normally; that for quite a while were all the forward illumination the car'd had despite her frequently working night shifts.
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