I think one of the hardest things to do is stay grounded in contemporary civilization. The number of things that offer distraction and cheap emotional jolts are almost beyond count (including this blog). Even while I write this in an open air café, there is a babble of surrounding voices, the rumble of traffic, and I’m listening to jazz on my laptop.
No rest for the weary. long, long days, not getting home till 9, working, just working. Will update blog tomorrow. or the next day. I need a beer.
I just had to crow. A while ago, I picked up a new car, which is to say a car new to me, but very much not new. In fact it was in such bad shape the owner had pretty much given up on it and was selling it as a part’s car. A part’s car. Worse, this wasn’t some Toyota or Chev, it was a Jaguar S-type.
I have always, always, loved jaguar styling (and the name; I think it’s the most beautiful name ever for a brand), but horror stories about Jag quality abound, ‘specially for those built in the bad old days of British Leyland. Ford eventually bought the marque, which is kind of sad, because it’s not like Ford really knew how to build good cars back in the 90’s either, and the rap stuck around like a bad smell, as if every Jag had a dead skunk in the trunk.
But I still loved the cars, and when this one came up, and the owner asking a little over a grand, I had to jump.