Reliving the good old days

Another perfect weather day, with very ordinary excuse to go for a ride: haircut. Top up this time because I knew I was going to park the car unattended and out of sight in a remote corner of the mall lot, even if only for half an hour.

J. is outside catching a smoke as I pull up in front of the clip joint. His jaw drops on seeing the car, and drops some more when he recognizes that it's me driving. I drop the window and he sticks his head inside, strokes the leather and initially has trouble finding the words.

He's usually on a tight schedule so I slip the car around the corner and off to my usual ding-free parking zone, and head inside to get my ears lowered. I always get my hair cut around the New Moon, but I don't know why I mention that. :)

After the quick clip, it's back on the road, and instead of heading home, I decide to head up the coast road; it's just too nice a day, to celebrate the fact that both biopsies are benign, and to relive those good old days, 40 years ago, when I would drive my Ferrari 275 GTB on that road several times a day, just for the sheer pleasure of it.  Of course that was 40 years ago, and there was a lot less traffic. 

Today, going north, the traffic was awful, a lot of stop and go, so I kept to automatic mode and it was almost pleasurable, but the late afternoon sun was burning the left side of my face, even with the top up. But that was good information: the sun visor is stationary, only flips down and doesn't swing to cover the side window. I need to get something to block the sun because I'll be doing a lot of afternoon driving north on my road trip. Pep Boys might have something for that. I also need some screws to mount the license plate. Maybe tomorrow.

This was my longest drive to date, just over an hour in the car, and it was good practice for the long drives ahead. I was tired when I got back home, and spent an hour on the yoga mat un-kinking, then went to bed early.



Odometer 2009.