another high point of the s.f. trip?
seeing, for the first time in two years,
the ridiculous car i bought in order to restore.
a word to the wise.
it does not matter if the car is found in minnesota,
and is a third of the price anywhere else,
but in "good condition".
that is code for:
you know what? give it up. it's in the shop until we say so.
but look at her now:
she's a 1984 aston martin v8 volante.
that's british for "ridiculously hard to maintain hand-built rocket".
so who knows if i'll even be able to afford to keep this toy.
or if i SHOULD.
those are matters i will face after i get her to l.a.
and drive her at least ONCE down santa monica boulevard,
on a sunny day.
because this is not a car you have to cart the dogs around.
or grocery shop.
or . . . well, almost anything.
i'll be able to call her mine.
it's like any great love affair.
you should be able to enjoy it while it lasts,
and look back without regret.
and not try to predict it.