My friend Jason and I were driving through Point Reyes and screeched to a halt upon seeing this 1966 Mercedes with a roof rack for sale.
(Cheek in palm. Sigh.)
I was this close- THIS CLOSE!- to calling them up and making an offer, crazy mileage, dreamcatcher and all, until I realized that it was a standard. And friends, I am not ashamed to admit that I’m hesitant about driving a stick around this city. I’m still working on my battle vs. SF gravity while walking, not ready yet to take it on with wheels.
