So I'm driving the ever popular "Bluesmobile" today, (1993 Ford Taurus painted black and white. The front bumper is missing so I bolted on a couple of pieces of PVC pipe as a replacement - painted them black so they'd match)
After yesterdays adventures with law enforcement, I thought I should change my vehicles "just in case." (I'm also wearing a different hat as well - in a word "stealth.")
Anyway, the ole Bluesmoble is like Van Halens "Panama" (running a little bit hot tonight - cue Eddie on the guitar - thank you). So I pull into a parking lot and pop the hood just to make sure I don't have a coolant leak somewhere. I'm bent over the motor when an old man who can barely walk, hobbles up to me and says, "everything okay?" "Nothing to worry about" I reply, "just running a little bit hot." He looks at the car and says, "Old police cruiser, you know, I had one of these back in 19 . . . ."
That was as far as he got as the moment he started to travel down memory lane, his Brunhilda wife started yelling with a voice of nails on a chalkboard "HERBERT!!!! HERBERT!!!!! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT MAN AND GET IN THIS CAR THIS INSTANT!!!!!!!!!" The sorrow in his eyes reminded me of a ship full of refugees from the Irish Potato Famine seeing their homeland for the last time. I thought he would cry and I felt like crying for him. Poor man. Be strong brother! There's a better life on distant shore where we shall all meet by and by. Please fellows, don't let this happen to me. If it ever gets that bad, someone come and put me out of my misery. The code word is "Aavardark."
After yesterdays adventures with law enforcement, I thought I should change my vehicles "just in case." (I'm also wearing a different hat as well - in a word "stealth.")
Anyway, the ole Bluesmoble is like Van Halens "Panama" (running a little bit hot tonight - cue Eddie on the guitar - thank you). So I pull into a parking lot and pop the hood just to make sure I don't have a coolant leak somewhere. I'm bent over the motor when an old man who can barely walk, hobbles up to me and says, "everything okay?" "Nothing to worry about" I reply, "just running a little bit hot." He looks at the car and says, "Old police cruiser, you know, I had one of these back in 19 . . . ."
That was as far as he got as the moment he started to travel down memory lane, his Brunhilda wife started yelling with a voice of nails on a chalkboard "HERBERT!!!! HERBERT!!!!! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT MAN AND GET IN THIS CAR THIS INSTANT!!!!!!!!!" The sorrow in his eyes reminded me of a ship full of refugees from the Irish Potato Famine seeing their homeland for the last time. I thought he would cry and I felt like crying for him. Poor man. Be strong brother! There's a better life on distant shore where we shall all meet by and by. Please fellows, don't let this happen to me. If it ever gets that bad, someone come and put me out of my misery. The code word is "Aavardark."
