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.
I was in LA last weekend to celebrate my friend’s birthday at Santa Anita Park (obviously more photographs to follow soon. A wonderful visual overload, was tough to put the camera down and actually watch the races). The friends he gathered were in top form with some fantastic attire, but once Carol arrived in her red dress and serendipitously racetrack-matching green shoes, the contest for Best Dressed Woman was done and done.