Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
No, Ol’ Robbo isn’t going topless himself. (You wouldn’t want that. Trust me on this.)
Instead, I’m referring to La Wrangler. This next few weeks – when it isn’t raining, of course – is why God invented the convertible. And if I do still have to slog back and forth to work, at least I have the pleasure of doing so in a wide-open cockpit.
So I’ve got that going for me…..
UPDATE: By the bye, on’t-day ell-tay oungest-Yay bout-ay is-ay ost-pay. She’s been after me to buy her a Wrangler for her first car, but I absolutely refuse to let a first-time driver loose in a few pieces of flimsy metal around a roll-cage.
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October 2, 2018 at 3:22 pm
CaptainNed
Heh, I learned to drive (on the public roads) in a 3-tone 1960 CJ-5. Green, sheet metal, and rust.
October 2, 2018 at 9:34 pm
Robbo
I’m sure I’ve written before that I learned to drive, at age 12, on a VW Beetle converted for off-road use on our deer lease in the Texas Hill Country. It was, literally, a roll-cage on wheels. No body at all, but a plywood platform in back and a plywood box around the engine. (There are pictures of it in the batch from the Mothe’s effects that Sistah recently sent me. Perhaps I’ll try to post one.)
My first actual street car was the Old Gentleman’s hand-me-down ’66 Mustang (hard-top). Three forward gears and a cast-iron beyotch of a clutch. (There was one turn near my house at which I almost invariably ground gears when I down-shifted.) Alas, the ‘rents got rid of it while I was away at school because it proved too difficult for Sistah to master. They replaced it with a hideous, gunmetal-green mid-70’s Chevy Malibu that looked exactly like somebody’s grandma’s car. In fact, it had been the car of the mother of the dealer from whom the Old Gentleman bought it. We (ungrateful) kids referred to it as “The Green Bomb”.
October 7, 2018 at 11:28 pm
tubbs
I had to do that I-95 beltways and tunnels stuff on Friday. I just asked Siri to take the wheel, and get me home from Floradee to the Quaker City.
OY OY OY, How do you folks cope with that mess? Is there a big market for Xanax in the Balmer/D.C. metro area?
October 8, 2018 at 9:13 am
Robbo
Fortunately, I don’t have to fool with the beltway on a daily basis but only when we’re trying to get out of or into town. Couldn’t imagine that commute.