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Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen with her new
Chauffer Tomaso at the wheel of LeMay ACM's 1923 Buick touring car. (The Tomaso
Collection - Photo courtesy of LeMay ACM)
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As why is that 'Ol Johnny Cash classic "I've
Been Everywhere," Man! Song Uh-comin' to mind right now...
VIDEO: I've Been Everywhere!
Especially when I can barely S-E-E thoust
words I'm typing Onscreen right now, presumably due to thee Sun, that bright
thingy in the sky filtering thru the windows 'O Tomaso Manor somewheres' in
Nofendersville, (When I began typin' this several Dazes ago,
between trips Out 'N Aboot..) which probably
won't be occurring too much longer in good 'Ol Warshington', now that the RAINY
season's upon us; but I digress...
As your humble No Fenders scribe Tomaso
should be somewheres' in the "High Desert Plains" 'O Eastern
Warshington' when Y'all read this - which reminds me of another old No Fenders
tome poonded out long ago; Chirp-Chirp, Bueller?
Although there weren't NO RUSh Concerts involved
this time, albeit that story is the genesis of when I first met 'N spent considerable
"Quality Time" with thou late, esteemed Mad Molly...
VIDEO: Red Barchetta - live
Obviously having picked the wrong weekend to skip
watching; Err listening to a Grands Prix, when choosing to forego the Malaysian
GP in favour of spending the weekend in "The City of Destiny" with
Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen and Thou Pixolator', nee Pixie the Wonderdog
instead in a virtual News Blackout, since there wasn't any Television available
- and the CAPITALI$TIC
JACKALOPES at comca$t refuse
to let one of their Cable TV subscribers watch the races "live" via
Zed Internetz' unless Y'all only utilize their Monopolistic services, i.e.;
Cable TV-Internet-Phone; Oh Never Mind!
Then again I'm
told that the race didn't commence 'til round midnight out here on Thar west
coast, finishing round 2AM Pacific? Or was that when most JOYOUSLY Poor 'Ol
Louise 'JAGUAR Hamilton's engine; Err PU went KUH-BLAMOE; HURRAH!
As I was just tickled Pink, or was 'Dat
Yellow, Orange, Green and Purple; Or whatever colours Rainbows are? Albeit a
day later whilst seated on a park bench at Browns Point State Park Ah-waitin'
Sunset, replete with Rainbow above us when learning 'bout Hamilton's race going
POOF! Uhm, Up in Smoke... As BOO-HOO-HOO Lewis!
And perhaps if Yuhs quit overtaxing your
Power Units you wouldn't be the only one having multiple engine failures,
perhaps? As certainly there's something different in his driving
characteristics causing his multiple power unit failures Me Thinks! Especially
if his whimpering; Err Wingeing on 'bout only 9-of-43 Mercedes units have
expired; A-L-L on Lewis's Backside...
As I was looking
forward to watching; Err listening to A-L-L three evenings F1 coverage from
Suzuka on Thy Telie', even if it most likely won't surpass the intrigue of the
Malaysian Grand Prix...
Yet Alas, with all of Thy running about, I
haven't even had time to finish poondin' out my thoughts upon the just
concluded Red Bull Air Races at Mother Speedway; CRIKEYS!
Which suppose it's somewhat Karmic, that the
librarian highly suggested I try listening to a book her father was raving
about, aptly titled The Wright Brothers, by David McCullough. Which was a very enjoyable book, having just finished
listening to I-T on CD Audiobook format before departing to go over the
mountain.
To the Yakima
River
Along the Naches Pass
trail
Lay Wild Bloomin'
Roses
Besides a Babbling
Creek
Leads to the
Mighty Columbia
Where iridescent
Salmon
Swim along the
Hanford Reach...
Having
just learned very briefly of this Naches Pass Trail I'd never known 'bout when
searching for the Coors-wreck' speeling 'O Naches...
All of
which is making my internal Jukebox call up that most recent RUSh Travelin' Man
song, Y'all know the one that The Rhythm Professor, aka Neil Peart summed up
regarding his epic multi-thousand Klicks' (kilometers_ solo journey upon his
BMW Scooter.
VIDEO: Ghost Rider
Which
leads to a splendidly merging Segway', as I haven't even begun, with the
exception of composing Mary Ellen's email notes taken upon our latest visit to
my Numero Uno Pacific Northwest museum, Tacoma's LeMay ACM, (Americas Car
Museum) into formative prose; which just so happened to be featuring BMW's
predominantly in their museo' - perhaps in celebration of some Bavarian Motoring
Werks Automobile company being founded a Century ago this past March? Which is
very Symbiotic, eh?
As
it'd been a really long time since Mary Ellen had last offered to take me to
the museum, for which I've had the pleasure of having my picture snapped behind
the wheel of this particular '23 Buick "Roadmaster" Touring mobile
once before, albeit flyin' Solo that time - before getting the opportunity to
audition as her Chauffer, as Mary ELLEN said she's tired of driving me
Everywheres Man; touche! Which naturally found myself hearing that classic
Beatles song playin' on the Buick's radio; Hya!
VIDEO: Baby You Can Drive My Car
BEEP-BEEP!
And although
I somehow feel the Dithering 'Ol Fool, albeit I'm still feebly clinging to the
notion that I'm only getting old-ER; Hooah! I learned of a new term, for which
if Y'all are still followin' along? Noticed in that mesmerizing story title the
word Crank. Which Messer McCullough's excellent Wright Brother's book denotes
as a person becoming so enraptured in one singular idea, for which the general
population finds ludicrous, i.e.; the possibility of Mankind flying in machines
above earth's flat plain... That the person in Questione is simply considered
to be Looney, or as CRAZY as a Loon!
With the following simple definition provided
by Merriam-Webster's Dictionary; Hmm? As think I've got an ancient Boyhood copy
of a plain Webster's dictionary collectin' Dust on Thy Bookshelves here in
Nofendersville; CRIKEYS!
Crank
A
person who has strange ideas or thinks too much about one thing.
Whilst
Orb' and Will', formally known as Wilbur and Orville Wright, with Wilbur being
the elder brother - successfully succeeded in not becoming another of the
countless "Cranks" to join Darius Green in
his Flying Machine -in
their pursuit of manned flight in a heavier than air vehicle. But that's
another story waiting to germinate in thou languid fields 'O Nofendersville...
Off to the Right
Side of Warshington' to soak up some of our last Sun's rays, especially now
since there's a "SEVERE WEATHER ALERT" for Ariel Flooding on my
telephone news right now...
