I think the Speedway is a bad influence on Indianapolis drivers.
We stayed with Lore’s parents up in the Sierras de Córdoba, rugged green hills filled with horses. The weather there was pleasant and dry with some cool nights. Fortunately, Lore was staying with her parents in Villa Giardino up in the Sierras de Córdoba, rugged green hills filled with horses. The weather there was pleasant for a walk to artists’ colony or to the dam, for a dip in the pool, a horseback ride, or a cook-out.
I saw a real, honest-to-goodness Oscar Mayer Wienermobile turning out of gas station on Muscatine Avenue.
The Hometown Days parade usually features the high school marching band, fire trucks and old tractors. My favorites are the latter.
The stoonts are back from their semester break, which makes driving downtown is like playing offense in Frogger.
An ad on a gas pump read “Pumpkin Spice Cappuccino is Back”. I’ll stick to regular unleaded.
We’re on the plane to Miami from Ezeiza. Everything has been impossible smooth so far.
We took a bus tour of the city, the same tour Lore took me on the first time I visited.
I was headhunting in Ames this week at Iowa State University’s Ag Career Day.
Twice when I was in college I came across cars with the lights left on and both times I found them unlocked, so I opened the doors and shut the lights off.
I drove up to Hattiesburg with a couple of coworkers to pick up two trucks, as we lost two during the storm.
Surprise, surprise! It was freaking hot today. My car is still in the shop.
Yesterday morning I was driving across the yellow hills of central Arizona in a Lincoln Town Car owned by the Hertz Rental Car Company listening to music on the satellite radio. I thought, “I don’t want to go back.”
I became a man today. I started learning how to drive a manual transmission. Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. My family never had a car with a stick, so I never learned. A friend offered to teach me in his truck. Hitherto, I was often very shy about asking friends to […]