Month: May 2022

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More.

Just because we've returned to our regularly scheduled programming around here, it doesn't mean I've lost sight of ANY of this.

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Right?

In high school I took a class called "Bible as Literature." It wasn't exactly then that I lost my faith, but I definitely started questioning it after making it all the way through that ridiculous book.

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This-n-That

I had to drive up to Prescott yesterday to pick up Quirky & Company after having some post-restoration tweaking done to the power amp by my tech… and to drop off his next project.

I left the house early to hopefully miss the usual holiday traffic that clogs I-17 heading north.

I took my time and generally stayed in the right lane and drove the speed limit, allowing everyone else who was hell-bent on getting to hell before me to do their thing. Better to arrive late and alive than not arrive at all is my motto—especially on a holiday weekend. I got to Randy's house around 10:30 and after verifying that the problem had been fixed and a sharing a bit of vintage audio reminiscing, I headed home, stopping at Lucky's BBQ (love this place!) for lunch.

It was really shaping up to be a beautiful day and I was in no particular hurry to get home. I realized I hadn't taken any pictures of much of anything lately, so I decided to stop at Sunset Point.

At one point—like when I still had a full head of dark hair and a porn star 'stache and long before I met Ben—in addition to having gorgeous views of the adjacent valley and mountains, Sunset Point was also known for an absolutely notirious t-room.  ADOT's attempts at keeping the gloryholes sealed up were no match for the hoards of horny truckers and their efficient metal-cutting tools who passed through the area. But sadly, after years of this seemingly never-ending battle those—pardon the expression—heady—days came to an abrupt end when ADOT went nuclear and built new completely cockhound-unfriendly facilities immediately adjacent, and sealed up the originals like tombs, effectively putting an end to the era.

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Cars in Dreams

Over the course of my life, I've owned only 7 cars. I know that might be kind of hard to believe, but I tend to hold onto my vehicles for a long time before I grow tired of them or they just get too expensive to maintain. I mean hell…I had my first MINI nearly fourteen years!

But never in all my years of automobile ownership has any of those vehicles appeared in my dreams with such frequency and regularity as my latest MINI, affectionately known as Rabbit.

Almost from the first night after I drove him home he's been popping up in my dreams, sometimes navigating through impossibly tight spaces and turns that would be impossible in the real world.

So far at least, he hasn't taken flight—something heretofore reserved only for my beloved '95 Eclipse, and the meaning of which was abundantly clear at the time—but I wouldn't be surprised if it did happen with Rabbit.

What about you? Do your cars appear in your dreams?