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On a clear day, especially a after a long, tough one I'll sit on my back patio and gaze at the mountains off in the distance for a moment of quiet reflection. I'll usually stare for about 5 to 10 seconds before my head automatically turns far enough to the left that my peripheral vision picks up the one thing that ruins my calming view of the mountains. Once I've caught even the slightest glimpse of them my private moment of reflection is ruined and from then on all I can see is the cars. There's got to be at least 8 of them strewn about the driveway of a house across the way...they've been there since I moved here in 2005, I suspect they've been there a hell of a lot longer than that. I can see an old Mercedes, looks like one of those old 1980's diesel ones, it used to be dark green I think, now it just looks like a weed encrusted lima bean. There's an old camper shell, the ones that would go on the back of a full sized pick up, I always wonder how bad it must smell in that thing, can't be good. I can see 2 old V-dubya buses, one's red and one's faded yellow, the faded yellow one looks like it may have been orange at one time, but I guess that's what sitting in the same spot getting roasted by the sun for 20 something years will do. There's what looks to be a few mid 80's sedans but they're way too buried in overgrowth to be sure of the make and model, but I can see just enough of them to annoy the piss outta me. I don't get it, I really don't, I thought most people just got rid of cars when they were done with them, not this guy, he can't seem to get enough of em'. What purpose could they serve I often wonder, does he occassionaly stroll down the driveway and admire his collection? do they remind him of a time in his life that was too precious to ever part with the keepsake? He's not the only offender in the area either, just the one that happens to sit within 20 degrees of my line of sight out to the calming and peaceful mountains. I'd like to know what mountains they actually are but by the time I am done sitting I'm too aggravated at the Sanford and Son Scrap Yard to even remember why I sat down in the first place. Usually I end up walking back into the house with Jeff Foxworthy's voice in my head "If youuuu have more than two cars on blocks in your yard...you just might be a redneck"...and I hate Jeff Foxworthy, well, I hate his comedy I don't really hate him per se', I just don't want his nasaly twanged voice in my head on a daily basis. So here I am after another day and I'm sitting on the back patio and I look to the left and am absolutely amazed at what I see...they are disassembling the cars and scrapping them...I can't believe it, I am stunned, over two years looking at those piles of metal strewn up and down a perfectly good yard and today they are taking them away. I feel kind of sad, we had something those cars and I, weather I realized it or not at the time they helped take my mind off of things that would have normally bothered me for hours and refocused my frustration into a healthy misunderstanding of human nature. Oh well, at least now I can focus on those mountains I used to be so fond of and sit back and relax and take my mind off of head turns slowly to the left all I can see now is all those empty houses...DAMMIT!
On a clear day, especially a after a long, tough one I'll sit on my back patio and gaze at the mountains off in the distance for a moment of quiet reflection. I'll usually stare for about 5 to 10 seconds before my head automatically turns far enough to the left that my peripheral vision picks up the one thing that ruins my calming view of the mountains. Once I've caught even the slightest glimpse of them my private moment of reflection is ruined and from then on all I can see is the cars. There's got to be at least 8 of them strewn about the driveway of a house across the way...they've been there since I moved here in 2005, I suspect they've been there a hell of a lot longer than that. I can see an old Mercedes, looks like one of those old 1980's diesel ones, it used to be dark green I think, now it just looks like a weed encrusted lima bean. There's an old camper shell, the ones that would go on the back of a full sized pick up, I always wonder how bad it must smell in that thing, can't be good. I can see 2 old V-dubya buses, one's red and one's faded yellow, the faded yellow one looks like it may have been orange at one time, but I guess that's what sitting in the same spot getting roasted by the sun for 20 something years will do. There's what looks to be a few mid 80's sedans but they're way too buried in overgrowth to be sure of the make and model, but I can see just enough of them to annoy the piss outta me. I don't get it, I really don't, I thought most people just got rid of cars when they were done with them, not this guy, he can't seem to get enough of em'. What purpose could they serve I often wonder, does he occassionaly stroll down the driveway and admire his collection? do they remind him of a time in his life that was too precious to ever part with the keepsake? He's not the only offender in the area either, just the one that happens to sit within 20 degrees of my line of sight out to the calming and peaceful mountains. I'd like to know what mountains they actually are but by the time I am done sitting I'm too aggravated at the Sanford and Son Scrap Yard to even remember why I sat down in the first place. Usually I end up walking back into the house with Jeff Foxworthy's voice in my head "If youuuu have more than two cars on blocks in your yard...you just might be a redneck"...and I hate Jeff Foxworthy, well, I hate his comedy I don't really hate him per se', I just don't want his nasaly twanged voice in my head on a daily basis. So here I am after another day and I'm sitting on the back patio and I look to the left and am absolutely amazed at what I see...they are disassembling the cars and scrapping them...I can't believe it, I am stunned, over two years looking at those piles of metal strewn up and down a perfectly good yard and today they are taking them away. I feel kind of sad, we had something those cars and I, weather I realized it or not at the time they helped take my mind off of things that would have normally bothered me for hours and refocused my frustration into a healthy misunderstanding of human nature. Oh well, at least now I can focus on those mountains I used to be so fond of and sit back and relax and take my mind off of head turns slowly to the left all I can see now is all those empty houses...DAMMIT!