5/16/12

Within the last twenty four hours I have seen three “interesting” things on the freeway.  In descending order of interesting-ness, they are: a black man smoking a pipe while driving a 1983 RX-7 GSL-SE, a hot blonde driving a white Genesis Coupe Track V6 (despite the name “Track,” this is the top of the line luxury model with all the external gee-gaws like turn signal mirrors and rear wing along with all the R-Spec stuff like mine), and the most interesting thing of all… Maxine!  I was rolling up my street when I saw a dark silhouette pass by on Chapin road.  As it was about to leave my field of view, I recognized my old 1984 Nissan Maxima wagon!  I caught up to it at the light to cross Hwy 80 and pulled up to the passenger side.  They wouldn’t roll down the window so I could talk to them though.  The windows have been re-tinted and it has another nice-sounding zorst but is still rolling on the Mitsubishi Starion wheels I put on there.  The Taiwanese replacement fender on the passenger side is looking pretty rough and it has taken a small shunt to the left front fender breaking the turn signal, but all in all it still looks nice.  The car behind them wouldn’t let me back in when the light changed so I had to romp the hell out of Fiona to get ahead of them and merge onto the freeway.  As I was rolling along, they passed.  I rolled into it and dropped in behind them.  I followed them until just past the Lake Worth Bridge where they moved over to the right lane, I assume to exit at Navajo Trail or Jacksboro Hwy.  I continued on my way.  I sent John a text asking if Brock Sampson, the guy I “sold” the car to, still had it.  He said no.  Yet another car I regret “selling.”  Juan may be asking why I keep putting all the conjugations of the word “to sell” in quotes.  Well, it’s like this; I never received a penny in payment for that car.  Ok, that may not be entirely true, I may have received a few hundred dollars at first… but nowhere near what I was asking for the car.  Hells bells, I don’t even remember how much I was asking for it.  It wasn’t more than a couple grand I'm sure.  It irks me a little, now that I'm broke-assed all the time, but at the time I was “nigga rich” and was more interested in helping a friend of a friend.  Besides, Maxine was superfluous at the time and was just languishing.  So, in point of fact, while I do regret “selling” Maxine, what I regret more was buying the Magnum which made Maxine redundant in the first place.  John just inadvertently made me realize something else about why I let Maxine go.  When I “leased” it to Ray Mut, he stripped all the window tint off and replaced the zorst.  It just wasn’t the same car when I got it back from him.  The car was “dead to me” at that point and was considered “spent money” rather than an “investment.”  Or something.  But enough of that, on to new business!  Last night John sent me an e-mail asking my opinion on two vehicle options he was considering.  But before I go there, let me tell a little tale about John and Bobbi.  He wanted to buy my motorcycle to turn into some sort of road-race stylee bobber… or something.  I suggested that there were “better” starting points than my bike since mine was already “done” as a military-ish looking bobber sort of thing.  Of course now I have this self-inflicted bullet wound in my foot.  Oh well.  So, one of the vehicles he was considering was a Honda 750 bike as a starting point for his bobber.  The other was a mid-60s Nova Wagon.  He’s been gassing on for some time about building a Nova, which I sort of get but not totally, so after a long e-mail reply I told him my vote was the Nova.  It was also decided that we’d try to sell Bobbi to a third party.  While we were discussing stuff, I made the off-hand suggestion that I find a Falcon wagon.  This set John off.  He is so on board with that idea that I have received no less than three Craigslist ads from him for Falcon wagons.  I tried to rein him in and say that what I'd really like is a van, as I mentioned yesterday.  How I feel about his desire to do a Nova is how I think he feels about my desire for a van.  We both get it, but aren’t as excited as the other about the other’s pet project.  If you know what I mean.  Whatever.  So, he has placed a Craigslist ad offering Bobbi up for sale with a little addendum at the end that I would trade for a 60s or 70s van with a three speed manual.  And I have just now been informed that we have a buyer already!  I'm not going to get too excited about it just yet but John says there is a Marine, who won’t be changing a thing on the bike, wanting to come pick it up after 1400 h today!  I'm gonna be “nigga rich” again… for the short term.  Oops, so much for not getting too excited.  I've printed out two bills of sale, one with and one without areas for a notary.  I called the office of the storage facility to see if there is a notary working there and there is.  So it will be up to the marine as to whether or not he wants the notary version or not.  It is for his protection so I can't see why he wouldn’t.  Psh, we’ll probably do both versions anyway.  Hmm, I guess I'll stop by the house and pick up Monty on the way to the shop… just in case.  Ok, so now I need to find a three-on-the-tree van!  Wait, no I don’t.  I WANT to find a three-on-the-tree van, I don’t NEED to find a three-on-the-tree van.  There is a big difference.  Well, I think I've said enough for today.  I'll tell y'all how it went down tomorrow.