Headed up North to the Lost Coast for the weekend and made my first stop at Jim and Debbie Mcleod’s. Well, actually I made my first stop over at TOAD HALL RACING as I had promised Mr. Toad I would help him drop the motor out of a ratty old kit car he is selling to make room for yet ANOTHER Formula Vee. Toad collects Race Cars these day like I collect socks, when one gets dirty he buys a new one.
It is always amusing to work on VWs with people who have never worked on them for a living, they have such a different view of them. When I think about it though the difference was very much like when I was working at a vintage race shop and my buddy shocked me by referring to a Vintage F1 car as “…a shitbox that needed a diaper under it’s COSWORTH ‘cuase it keep pissing all over my nice clean floor”. Anyway, Toad was gingerly trying to work on this Deutsch Sheiss Wagen like one would work on a Lotus. I, on the other hand, dove into it with a 13mm and a screwdriver. Engine out, problem solved.
I made it over to Jim & Debbie s around dinner and did what we usually do, planted ourselves on a couch in front of the digital TV and watched moves while laughing our asses off about life in general. Old friendship are the best…and with Jim they are especially old (I can say that because I know he never reads my Blog). After watching BATTLEFIELDL LOS ANGELES (which I enjoyed and maybe CHESTER will review later) I went to sleep in their guest room. Dunno why, I always sleep better in the WESTY.
As usual I was awake early and off on the road. I headed down to COSTCO to tank up then headed out to say hi to the ocean (she gets worried if I don’t check in after all, Mothers are like that). It was so early that I had the whole thing almost to myself. The ocean was glassy so there weren’t even any surfers. I have been facinated of late with the thought of using my iPhone as a full featured camera/editing suite and this was s fun place to fiddle with that. I set the phone up on its new tripod mount and let it shoot time lapse of the surf. I popped a bottle of water and settled in to dealing with a perfect coastal morning, nothing but the sounds of the gulls and the surf. Still…thought I…it was missing something.
Hot Dogs…and Nick. I had my quest for the day. I packed up and headed into town.
Now in a perfect world I would have been able to just grab some dogs, pop the camper stove and VOILA, but that is not the case. I have yet to drop the gas cylinder out from under the van and see what kind of shape it is in (and upgrade the valve) so I was in need of a cheap grill. My Inner Scotsman DEMANDED cheap. These demands led me to S-Mart ( I shop SMART, I shop S_MART!) and for $31 a grill was procured (some assembly required). $10 worth of cheap grub was acquired after this as well as a couple of surely young men who would have otherwise spent their day in front of computer monitors. We found a spot near the coat (NO LONGER clear when we got back), popped the top and turned up the ASHES TO ASHES soundtrack. The gulls were digging on Bowie and we were digging on life. The road can be a sweet place if you let it be.