I am not a collector by Nature. Probably one of the largest collections I own is the essays and associated photographs in this blog, and i don't mind if anyone uses the pictures as long as they mention Key West Diary.
I don't collect stamps, or the names of flora or fauna, I don't care to own piles of old magazines and a couple of times a year my wife and I troll through the house and have a clearance, armed with plastic bags and useless discard piles versus stuff we can drop off at the Salvation Army. I keep my books and stuff that i actually use, otherwise I struggle not to accumulate useless stuff. And even then stuff gets away from me and piles up in the corners of my life like snow drifts. So it is I observe how others collect and hoard. For me a car is a tool and I want something reliable, as fast as my wife will allow and inconspicuous. For my neighbors a car can be an object of decoration and I look on in amazement:
I cannot imagine any circumstance that would have me parading around town in something as gaudy as this: 
I will willingly hop in my Ford Fusion, load the dog in the back and drive almost anywhere- to California (last year) to Mexico perhaps next year? But to be seen in a wildly decorated piece of art... that would be asking a lot. I saw this guy riding a Piaggio MP3, supposedly a safer way to scoot. I tried on in Miami a few years ago and it was very clever but it seems like an engineering solution to a problem that doesn't exist. I plan on having another go soon and seeing why people want top ride three wheels so much these days. Orin says it's because riders are getting older.
And here's another former vehicle masquerading as junque:
And this may be a junker masquerading as a vehicle...
...which appeals to me a lot more because I fear I like spartan utility in my vehicles. That must be why my motorcycle has no name. Frothy the Bonneville. Ugh!
Never let a day go by without a visual reminder that none of you critics take pictures of women, as much as you goad me. This is a study, #34578 as Bill Hess in Wasilla would say, of a young woman brightening up Schooner Wharf Bar.
I don't collect stamps, or the names of flora or fauna, I don't care to own piles of old magazines and a couple of times a year my wife and I troll through the house and have a clearance, armed with plastic bags and useless discard piles versus stuff we can drop off at the Salvation Army. I keep my books and stuff that i actually use, otherwise I struggle not to accumulate useless stuff. And even then stuff gets away from me and piles up in the corners of my life like snow drifts. So it is I observe how others collect and hoard. For me a car is a tool and I want something reliable, as fast as my wife will allow and inconspicuous. For my neighbors a car can be an object of decoration and I look on in amazement:I cannot imagine any circumstance that would have me parading around town in something as gaudy as this: I will willingly hop in my Ford Fusion, load the dog in the back and drive almost anywhere- to California (last year) to Mexico perhaps next year? But to be seen in a wildly decorated piece of art... that would be asking a lot. I saw this guy riding a Piaggio MP3, supposedly a safer way to scoot. I tried on in Miami a few years ago and it was very clever but it seems like an engineering solution to a problem that doesn't exist. I plan on having another go soon and seeing why people want top ride three wheels so much these days. Orin says it's because riders are getting older.And here's another former vehicle masquerading as junque:And this may be a junker masquerading as a vehicle......which appeals to me a lot more because I fear I like spartan utility in my vehicles. That must be why my motorcycle has no name. Frothy the Bonneville. Ugh!
Never let a day go by without a visual reminder that none of you critics take pictures of women, as much as you goad me. This is a study, #34578 as Bill Hess in Wasilla would say, of a young woman brightening up Schooner Wharf Bar.
3 comments:
damn. I thought this would be about founded ships.
There's a woman in my blog - honest!
Not like mine. Go out and reveal to us glorious Gahan womanhood. Ha!
The best thing about the MP3 is that it rides like a 2-wheeler, but can be parked by locking the front suspension and setting the parking brake. No horsing it around in order to put it up on a sidestand. Great stability in corners, too. The effects of diabetes on my legs have me thinking it won't be all that long before I'd need one of these if I want to continue riding.
__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
Post a Comment