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go-car?


One of the real estate guys at work drives one of those new Toyota Hybrids.

I really haven’t paid much attention to them, aside from pausing to think they look sorta like a futuristic dutch clog.

It was the other day though that the car’s owner and us were leaving at the same time… We exchanged the typical “have a good evening” – and then the Prius driver jumped in, closed the door. We heard a “click” and then a whir and in silence the car scooted off.

Kevin and I hadn’t made it into our own car before trading shocked glances over the roof of our own car, giggling and exclaiming almost in unison: “oh wow – now THAT was cool.”

That’s all really… It was just a funny freak-out moment since I’d never heard, (or more like “not heard”) a hybrid car take off before.

Nothing to blog about,… or “not blog” about.

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sunday cocksmanship


Awesome weather over the weekend – apparently we’re going to have one more cold-snap – but it will be brief… (or so sez the nice people at weather.com).

The POD from Florida arrived at my dad’s house so all three of us piled into the car and headed over to unpack it and stow the stuff into the garage.

Dad’s friend Bill was out joy ridding in his toy/car/penis in the beautiful weather and stopped by to say hello.

Bill’s toy/car/penis is a sweetly preserved 78′ Corvette… He bellyaches that the engine needs tweaking – but it sounds fine to us.

Pop kept showing the signs of getting choked up as we were puling stuff out of the POD he had obviously not laid eyes on since he was a boy.

I did my best to distract by teasing him and bill about their penises… No.. Not “those” penises. The one parked on the street and the brand new one in the garage…

“Hey dad! Look – Bill brought his cock too! – *insert string of suggestive jokes about peckers.*

I guess it’s just part of “the rules” for men in their 50’s… You MUST acquire the car you’ve always wanted…. Which that means – in about twenty more years I’ll be picking up a 84′ DMC-12… Hands-down an impractical, lack-luster performer… But I’ve wanted one since Jr. High…. *note… If I had a garage, a lot more income… I’d probably already own one.

Nonetheless – my distractions seemed to work… Dad, who’s the KING of shit-slinging, can’t stand his own medicine… Mission accomplished – he was flustered and distracted enough to not break down on us right there in the driveway when I opened the POD up.

Headed back to the house… The guys messed around preparing the garden… I started doing some spring cleaning…

I’m not blogging.

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gee-tea


Where in the hell did February go?

Yesterday I worked on an emergency brochure piece for a pirate-theme repro-sail-ships in the Cayman Islands. Site-unseen, glory-hole project… Had to pull content from the website – but I figure this effort should show the client what’s possible… especially say… if they sent me DOWN THERE to take some good shots of the boats and pirate crew / actors, etc…

(*Yes I’m trying to squirrel a vacation for me and the boys this year in exchange for some visual love.. we’ll see…)

Worked on it till my brain ceased and I needed a break… so I ran down to my dad’s to accompany him to the Ford dealership to pick up his car which was FINALLY in after close to four months on special order: The New Mustang, GT with 4.6L V8 engine.

The new Stang’s redesign is extremely retro… probably the most thoughtful redesign of the platform I’ve seen… and I’ve seen them all.. (Dad’s driven nothing but Mustangs since he was a young man – with the exception of a Pinto.. which blew up).

The interior is nice and simple… and the typography for the speedometer is late 60’s cool. The interior parts/finishes still feel “American-Plastic-Chintzy” to me though… but I’ve always felt that way about domestic cars.

Dad doesn’t care if the temperature selector dial feels cheep…

He cares about the womp. And whomp it has…

While taking it for it’s approval spin – he cited the need to thoughtfully break in the engine and the traffic concentration and told me he couldn’t really step on it…

“Really Step on it?” – I wonder what THAT means… The few straight aways where he did lean on the accelerator a little – I shot back in my seat and tried to not bury my fingernails in his nice new dashboard.

Now.. Does a 54 year old man “NEED” a rocket ship to go to the grocery store which is .25 miles away? (*usually the only place he goes)…

Nope…

Does a 55 year old man who always made due with lesser models his whole life, (so he could do things like feed his family), “DESERVE” a rocket ship to go get milk?

I’d say you’re damn right he does.

Does a 33 year old man “need” to blog about this?

I don’t “deserve” a blog.

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last day


Stopped by my aunt’s house before getting on the road back to Tampa.

Stopped to take a couple pics of my uncle’s (aunt’s hubby) baby – a lovingly restored Pinto… A tiny car with a very large engine with a penchant for exploding from the seventies… I totally dug the paint job… I don’t think I’d get away painting my station wagon like this…. nonetheless – there’s something about the shinny chrome, blended paint and big wheels that just inspires the word…. “Bitchin”

Sitting off on the sidelines of the driveway is an old Maverick in surprisingly good shape… waiting for that last little nudge of love and a paint job and it will become my youngest cousin’s car when he turns 16.

I tried to explain the the kitsch-significance of the car to him – but got the flat-line, yet polite, dead-pan nods that teenagers are famous for.

Hopefully they’ll keep the great graphics on the car intact, (or recreate them) – when they go to paint it.

Gave myself enough time to head back to Tampa at a leisurely pace and stopped by an outlet mall on the way and bought underwear.

The trip was fine… got done what I needed to do.. got to see some family… and I enjoyed the quiet contemplative drives…

All not blog worthy.