Ohh, I was marooned one night in the mojave desert in a '64 white porshe.. two flat tires. It was not my car, sad to say, and I never did drive it.
I was impressed by Dyslexia's little red Porsche. But, then, I was impressed by him too. I'm easily impressed.
Did you get a ride in it?
I think he offered, but it was a bit too rich for my blood. I think I declined. Not sure.
Of course, growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area, I had to have a '69 VW Bus. :wink:
Was it painted with flowers and such?
Oh yes, LadyJ. Me too. It symbolized self-sufficiency. You could sleep in it comfortably whereever you happened to stop at night. Ever since 1972 I have owned and used small to medium sized RVs for that reason--and they were practical for my work.
I had a '68 VW bus, but I think it was after the fiat spyder and after the ridiculous chevy van... so, 1975.
Yep, John (my ex) and I were stopped in it as I was showing him the Sycamore trees on La Mesa Drive, er, mam, there's been a burglary in this neighborhood....(sheesh)... handy for hauling big paintings around though, and I did 4x5 or 4x6 footers then.
When I hauled fifteen paintings to the bookstore showing in June, it was a one-tripper in my Falcon RV. More handy for me than a pickup truck. Moreover, it has a TV, fridge, microwave, A/C with generator, stove (which I never use) and queen-size bed.
Are we changing the subject? What was it? Oh, something about old age and memory perhaps?
I think we've successfully changed the subject, but will be glad to go back on it if anyone shows up with more comments about how old is old..
Isn't "old" in the eye of the "beholder"?
Yes, and sometimes the beholder is the beheld.
Francis, is it also meaningful to say that youth is in the eye of the beholder?
And, for me, centuries get to be less time than they used to be.
Wow, Osso, are confessing to very ancient age or reincarnation?
Oh, I went on about this before.. and didn't express it coherently this time: that as I age, historic times don't seem as far away as they did when I was younger. Thus, 1880 is just as near to my birth as 2005 is. 1776, say, it's not as impossibly far away in my mind as it once was, and neither is 1530, and so on.
My mental reach for what is close in time has grown since I see my own sixty plus years as having flown by..
There is an old adage ------- "where there is life, there is hope"
As long as I'm able too "turn my bike round & raise a gallop," I'd say that OLD is DEAD
