After another cold, wet blast from the Pacific this past week, maybe summer is here to stay. Maybe. I was going to write a CC this morning, but no can do. Too nice outside, and all the kids are coming later. So I’m out of here, for a bike ride instead. Who knows what I’ll find?
I shot this on a beautiful evening last week, before it got ugly again. The basalt columns at Skinner Butte are a popular destination this time of day, but only one lone climber (not visible, behind the little tree) was just finishing up and getting ready to throw his ropes in his old 320i. Mountains: that does remind me of another Outtake I wanted to share on that theme:
I love how the Monty is missing a letter. 🙂
Nice shot of the Bimmer though.
My trusty lil’ Mazda and I took a road trip to Sedro-Woolley on Friday, with a side trip to Concrete before heading south around 2pm to Tacoma where I am with Mom and we are going to a family and friends celebration of my youngest sister who’s lived 10 years with terminal brain cancer (can drive some, no seizures) and it’s her 53rd birthday today so celebrate we do, and I’ll drive Mon and I down and will then head straight home to Seattle after the shindig. So far, put on about 238 miles, just on Friday alone. 🙂
For some reason, the edit button won’t load so can’t fix what I suspect is a run on sentence. Oh well.
That seems to have been a feature of the back end site upgrades – aware of it and will correct as quickly as I can. Thanks!
Worked for me just now Ed (on another post)
I’d bet Monte Carl owns a lot of silk shirts and wears a lot of cologne. If you had looked in the car it would have had a tape deck with a cassette copy of “Silk Degrees” inside.
Props on the Boz Scaggs reference! You don’t get a lot of those.
If he’s driving that vintage of Monte Carlo, he’s probably into NASCAR. It would be cool if his name was Carl, and he did that on purpose, Therefore, you might call him NASCARL instead of Monte Carl. My best guess is that this was a washing-and-waxing accidental amputation. It reminds me of a neighbor who owned a very ragged 1965 Ford Musta. My best pal and I were really into the J. Geils Band at the time, and we couldn’t walk past that car without remarking that he “Musta Got Lost!”