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I met a guy at a party, who had a rather big house. He was talking a lot about classic cars, and I brought up my favorite car -- the Jaguar XKE. He looked at me with a weird smile on his face, and continued talking.
After we had a nice dinner on his back deck, he took me down to his garage to see the 5 classic cars he owned. One was a beautiful XKE (in an ugly green). He told me about all the car show trophies he's won.
He told me one car show had said to him, "Stop bringing your car here. We want other cars to have a chance to win 'best in show'." For some reason, as much as I loved seeing his car, I thought he sounded like a boob.
I bought my own XKE a few months later, and couldn't believe my luck when a few months after that, I ran into him at another party. I told him my car ran rough, but how much I loved it. And of course, he told me about the latest trophies he had won.
I brought my car to Cruisin' Grand once. That's the car show they have every Friday night in Escondido. I told the friend with me, that I thought it was goofy to stand by my car the way others do (or they bring chairs). We walked over and got some pizza at Fillippi's, and looked at the other cars.
I hadn't been to that show in a year, and now with my "69 JAG" license plates, I thought it would be cool. And, my mom suggested it. My sister and her boyfriend were in town from Northern California and she thought it would be a fun thing to do.
I didn't realize my dog would hate the loud Harley's that were driving by. But he was pretty well-behaved.
I saw a few beautiful 57 Chevy's. And one of the only 55 Chevy's I've ever seen and liked.
There were a few cars for sale, and when I walked up some late 60s muscle car, perhaps a Challenger, a guy said to me "I'm in love with this car. I have to have it." It had a 'for sale' sign in the window, and I could tell he thought it was mine. So I said "Okay, okay. I'll knock another five grand off this price, just for you." He got excited and said, "Really?! Oh my god, okay...well..." at that point I see my mom frown and I said, "I'm just joking. It's not my car. But it is beautiful, isn't it?" He laughed and started telling me his life story, and how he couldn't afford it, etc.
When I was making fun of the people sitting next to their cars, my stepdad said "I can understand that. They want to talk about their cars. And make sure people aren't touching them."
When we walked up the street, I decided to take a photo of my car from the other side of the street. The first few times I tried, cars driving by got in the way. The second and third time, I got some good shots, with a cool, silver Porsche Speedster that was parked in front of me. A guy that just had a birthday and turned 80, was standing beside me. He thought I was taking pictures of his old Model A. It was a cool yellow and brown, and he had matching A&W Root Beer mugs on a tray hanging from the door. He said to me, "If you want a really cool picture of the car, why don't you have your lady sit inside." I didn't want to tell him I was taking photos of my car across the street, seeing that he was flattered. And my girlfriend quickly jumped at the opportunity. She and the dog sat in the seat, and we got a great photo. He looked at my stepdad and said "I can see with that smile on your face, you've been in a car that has a rumble seat. Oh...I've done a lot of rumbling back there."
He was so cute, and told the best stories about his car, and his family back in Michigan. When I asked if he had a fun birthday celebration, he told me his mom died on his birthday, so he celebrates it a week early.
I only saw one Woody here, which was disappointing. The beautiful 1950 Ford wagon was painted an ugly UPS brown. It made the thing look more like a military vehicle.
All the restaurants that had outdoor patios (where we could bring the dog), were packed. Which made sense. It's the perfect place to people watch.
We found a Mexican place on the west end of Grand. But on their outdoor patio, they wouldn't let you bring dogs. My girlfriend volunteered to take the dog home. She claimed to not be hungry, as we had a big lunch at Wine Steals in Point Loma (a place we highly recommend, in Liberty Station). Not only did they welcome our dog on the back patio, they brought him treats. But I digest (as that big Mexican meal is still with me).
I had the best chips and salsa ever, with perhaps the worst taco I've ever tasted.
They had a peanut butter and jelly burrito on their menu. It sounded disgusting to me, but my girlfriend loves peanut butter and jelly. I bought her one as a treat.
When I got home, I found she had just finished making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
For a brief second, I thought about throwing it down to the dog, who just finished his huge meal. It doesn't matter how much he eats, it won't keep him from begging for people food.
I met a guy at a party, who had a rather big house. He was talking a lot about classic cars, and I brought up my favorite car -- the Jaguar XKE. He looked at me with a weird smile on his face, and continued talking.
After we had a nice dinner on his back deck, he took me down to his garage to see the 5 classic cars he owned. One was a beautiful XKE (in an ugly green). He told me about all the car show trophies he's won.
He told me one car show had said to him, "Stop bringing your car here. We want other cars to have a chance to win 'best in show'." For some reason, as much as I loved seeing his car, I thought he sounded like a boob.
I bought my own XKE a few months later, and couldn't believe my luck when a few months after that, I ran into him at another party. I told him my car ran rough, but how much I loved it. And of course, he told me about the latest trophies he had won.
I brought my car to Cruisin' Grand once. That's the car show they have every Friday night in Escondido. I told the friend with me, that I thought it was goofy to stand by my car the way others do (or they bring chairs). We walked over and got some pizza at Fillippi's, and looked at the other cars.
I hadn't been to that show in a year, and now with my "69 JAG" license plates, I thought it would be cool. And, my mom suggested it. My sister and her boyfriend were in town from Northern California and she thought it would be a fun thing to do.
I didn't realize my dog would hate the loud Harley's that were driving by. But he was pretty well-behaved.
I saw a few beautiful 57 Chevy's. And one of the only 55 Chevy's I've ever seen and liked.
There were a few cars for sale, and when I walked up some late 60s muscle car, perhaps a Challenger, a guy said to me "I'm in love with this car. I have to have it." It had a 'for sale' sign in the window, and I could tell he thought it was mine. So I said "Okay, okay. I'll knock another five grand off this price, just for you." He got excited and said, "Really?! Oh my god, okay...well..." at that point I see my mom frown and I said, "I'm just joking. It's not my car. But it is beautiful, isn't it?" He laughed and started telling me his life story, and how he couldn't afford it, etc.
When I was making fun of the people sitting next to their cars, my stepdad said "I can understand that. They want to talk about their cars. And make sure people aren't touching them."
When we walked up the street, I decided to take a photo of my car from the other side of the street. The first few times I tried, cars driving by got in the way. The second and third time, I got some good shots, with a cool, silver Porsche Speedster that was parked in front of me. A guy that just had a birthday and turned 80, was standing beside me. He thought I was taking pictures of his old Model A. It was a cool yellow and brown, and he had matching A&W Root Beer mugs on a tray hanging from the door. He said to me, "If you want a really cool picture of the car, why don't you have your lady sit inside." I didn't want to tell him I was taking photos of my car across the street, seeing that he was flattered. And my girlfriend quickly jumped at the opportunity. She and the dog sat in the seat, and we got a great photo. He looked at my stepdad and said "I can see with that smile on your face, you've been in a car that has a rumble seat. Oh...I've done a lot of rumbling back there."
He was so cute, and told the best stories about his car, and his family back in Michigan. When I asked if he had a fun birthday celebration, he told me his mom died on his birthday, so he celebrates it a week early.
I only saw one Woody here, which was disappointing. The beautiful 1950 Ford wagon was painted an ugly UPS brown. It made the thing look more like a military vehicle.
All the restaurants that had outdoor patios (where we could bring the dog), were packed. Which made sense. It's the perfect place to people watch.
We found a Mexican place on the west end of Grand. But on their outdoor patio, they wouldn't let you bring dogs. My girlfriend volunteered to take the dog home. She claimed to not be hungry, as we had a big lunch at Wine Steals in Point Loma (a place we highly recommend, in Liberty Station). Not only did they welcome our dog on the back patio, they brought him treats. But I digest (as that big Mexican meal is still with me).
I had the best chips and salsa ever, with perhaps the worst taco I've ever tasted.
They had a peanut butter and jelly burrito on their menu. It sounded disgusting to me, but my girlfriend loves peanut butter and jelly. I bought her one as a treat.
When I got home, I found she had just finished making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
For a brief second, I thought about throwing it down to the dog, who just finished his huge meal. It doesn't matter how much he eats, it won't keep him from begging for people food.