my 31-yr old car clicked over to 40,000 miles (from new, verified!) right around the time i got up to 5000ft, which was also the time i realised i had to turn back because i didn’t have enough gas to make it across the mountain and to the gas station on the other side.
sheepish grin
anyway.
the Angeles Crest highway is seriously the best driving road i have been on the in USA. i’m sure there are plenty of others, but 20 minutes from my house, i am in thee Heaven. if you get up high enough (when it is open all the way across the mountain, and it is right now) the speed limit goes up to 55 and its a very fun drive. that doesnt even cover it. pardon my french, but i thrashed the tits off my wee MG and like any good topless submissive machine in my employ, she enjoyed the thrashing like a choice thoroughbred. there were plenty of cops knocking about and hiding too, but if you stick to the limit-ish (and i did) they leave you well alone. i did see them pull a crotch-rocket guy who was doing about a ton when he passed me at one point. they just don’t like people taking the piss, i think.
next time i will be sure to have a full tank of gas so i can make it across. that road.
*&$#%!$%!!!!!
* GLORIOUS *
today made me think of top-3 things that i did in the past year that helped my mental sanity:
- buy a convertible
- have major electrical surgery on that convertible
- learn how to strip & rebuild that convertible’s carburetor with a rebuild parts kit & google & youtube
