Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Bruised peaches and vehicular fun

Funny funny.

I feel like a bruised peach. At least my ears have stopped ringing. I started to ourtight laugh, almost a giggle through my mouthpiece with my hands down in the final minute of the final round. There might be something wrong with me. And the others. We enjoy it too much.

It all went extra well considering the setup. Criminals in hot pursuit of one another in swerving high speed racing trucks nearly crashing into pedestrians and cars on Broadway, crackheads lighting off fireworks shooting anyone within range, bikers riding up and down the sidewalk and way way loud punk rock. And a one legged meth head slowly crutching his way up Broadway and to the unit upstairs. Particularly eerie setting, a great backdrop for the tense buildup. As the Akita said as he was in ritual preparation "It feels like that documentary Gimme Shelter."

Good fun. Good new directional move. After the eve, the PAC is now back on the southside with a member key gym.

It was just worth missing the Ramble. High praise to the heavy handed Don Beasely for his contributions in setting up the evening. Although it feels like Don hit me with a 2x4 to the face. Don and the Akita I think successfully pushed my nose into my head. Now I sound like I still have a cold, but it has to do with the flattening of my nasal passage. I think I may have lost all my cocktail party smarts. So I will apologize in advance for my general spaciness and/or being unable to remember names. I blame my natural stupidity of allowing myself to participate in this for fostering my newly formed deficiencies.

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So it looks like I sold the Lincoln. I just took it to get it inspected for the buyer. This is the same kid that looked at my T-Bird I sold last year. My last four motor cages have been a fun range with an old man car, to a villian car, to a pimp car to an undercover car. I have been driving the Bill Blass Lincoln around a little bit extra. One last ride. I cruised around town Friday night to run late night errands and some important research for a test. The Mark V Continental drove well. Perfect night. Windows down, driving slow. The only pic that was missed was outside the Mansion Hotel near Grand and Broadway. Too dodgy to do a slow drive by, even with the police rolling close. It was too thick. Way too thick for a Friday night. There are some great pix from the general roll. There were plenty of other good stops in the middle of the citrus run that night. I visit my dealer every week up on Produce Row.

I like this new Caprice. Deep undercover compared to the Lincoln. The Caprice with the leather seats. Dual exhaust. 350 LT1 a sleeper version of the Vette. Four doors. Four doors! I have never owned a four door. I have driven many four doors, but never owned one. Well, the Valient was a four door, but not a full size. The Caprice is nice. It is much easier to roll with a crew with four doors. The last year for the Caprice in 96.

Cars are such a luxury.

I have been listening to classical music while rolling in the Caprice. I usually do not listen to that music. I started listening during the State of Emergency. I was pretending to be a German tank driver driving my rig around a freshly occupied city in Europe. The Caprice feels like a smooth rolling tank. The music really gives a surreal backdrop to the driving experience, with a feeling of forced peacemaking presence.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Didn't you have a Lincoln with 4 suicide doors?

10:50 PM  
Anonymous S. Truckey said...

Was you bloody? I like blood. Are you going to park your new car in front of the hydrant still?

6:46 AM  
Blogger Steven Fitzpatrick Smith said...

The T-bird was the car w/ suicide doors. The villian car. I sold that about a year ago.

9:45 AM  
Blogger Steven Fitzpatrick Smith said...

Upon further mental recollection, I have indeed owned some four doors. My mental state is still in a bit of shock. I had that 83 Impala that got stolen in Kirkwood, I had the 86 Electra Estate and briefly an early 90s four door Continental. I am sure there are some others too that have faded into my memory. And the T-Bird was four doors. But it has been a second since I have rolled in a full size four door.

9:58 AM  
Blogger Steven Fitzpatrick Smith said...

Oh, and no blood from me. I think one person bled maybe. I think it may have been the guy that Akita stopped.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Dibrarian said...

Librarians in SF are mourning the passing of the Lincoln. Such fond memories... it's going down.

11:49 AM  

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