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Bart mentioned on the badassgremlin yahoo group about auto
bailout mess/illinois gove, ect, ect,
No offence,but the doom and gloom is getting old on here. lets
steer it back to AMC's as its been non stop depression on here.
Here is something to change subject. Last night Paige, my
wife, her oilfield company had their annual Christmas party. Since she had been
picking up some spare shifts making gift baskets (and I didn't know she that
talented,but she even made one for Roger Clemens) but she worked during day at
he HEB Central Market, then would be drivingher 88 Eagle to the restaurant off
Bissonett about 8 miles away to the Christmas party. She would then call me, I
would take Noah & Jacob across street to the neighbor lady who would watch
them for a couple hours, then I would head off to meet Paige about 18 miles away
at same resturant in my 82 Eagle. I have a TomTom in it and quite a neat gadget,
and shows you shortest route, and even asked me if I wanted to take toll roads.
After putting in some $1.27 a gallon gas (figured that would
get your asses attention, gas wasn't even $1.27 a gallon when my Eagle's were
NEW) I headed down the tollway. The British sounding girl in the Tomtom kept me
company, and for a moment thought about asking her to do something not car
related. But I drove down Beltway 8 to Westpark Tollroad, which is this
real German Autobahn looking thing with lanes going east west on either
side and strange looking street lights so quite exotic to old Eagle. Turning off
on Hillcroft it appears you have entered Mumbai, as it is big
Indian/Pakistan area and most of the signs, neons, shoping centers are
written in Klingon or whatever language it is, I can't read it but you are in
another world there. It's been about 15 years since I have driven near Hillcroft
& Hiway 59...AT NIGHT so takes on a totally different look during day, not
that anyone can read the signs then either. As I drove under 59 carefully
watching the traffic, out of corner of my eye it looked like a AMX. No, but it
was a really nice looking yellow Torino, I think abot 72 or 73 with the fastback
look that sort of looks like a 68-70 AMX only fatter. Nice car, and headed south
on 59.
The GPS told me to turn on Belliare at Hillcroft. This is a
great place to get a few caps in your ass in Houston day or night. Even worse,
she then told me to turn right onto Renwick to go to Bissonett. Limie sounding
bitch! It is not like SHE has ever been on Renwick on Saturday night, who
programs these things I would rather drive to Beaumont, Texas and turn around
120 miles away than go thru this area at night. There are places...just like in
most cities....where you don't venture at night that is unless you want to get
crack rock by dealers who come up to you at stop light.....on
bicycles....or where people get murdered for their rims. Lucky for me no one can
see in my limo tinted Eagle's glass, and even then, the squeaking of the front
suspension can drown out most ipods and they don't know what kind of car it is
to begin with and it has hubcaps so appears I am save. If not then I have hallow
points in my friend on passenger seat. In the first of
many apartments there, I think this first one is nicely named 'Gang Gardens' (or
Cholo Manor, cholo is slang for halfbreed) the first driveway already had 4
Houston Police cars in it! Yow, barely 7:15pm and long night for those guys
working this area. I'll have to watch the Sunday morning news to go thru the
first dozen murders to see is any on Renwick though.
At the restaurant, I parked my Eagle next to Paige's Eagle.
Not in front, that reserved for cars people would probably steal. I left my
windows open although after hearing the clueless GPS UK girl tell me 'you have
reached your destination' 4 times, decided she should go under the seat. The
small Italian restaurant was rather nice and comfy, and I had to wear shoes My
chair was right next to company president, who is a nice guy from up in Dallas,
so I guess he makes maybe 5 things I can think good that come out of Dallas like
I-45 and Yeuga Beer. He is a car guy so we talked cars, and of course oil, as
his company makes pumps and gromments and what not for oilfield companies. The
food was good and there was a old man and lady playing songs up near front door,
a keyboard and flute, they sounded really good but music sort of sounded Greek
in Italian place, I think those two countries are connected anyhows so didn't
matter.
After dinner everyone said goodbye and some of the people
asked me 'which car I drove' as some of them wanted to see the 68 Rebel
convertible 'Machine' and while it was nice night, about 65 degrees, there was
no way I was going to drive it into that area on a Saturday night. So Paige got
into her Eagle, I got into mine and we were off. I brought the fish & chips
UK lady inside the GPS out from under the seat and plugged here in for home She
is not the smartest stack of wood in pile and wanted me to take the tollroads
back home, and gets gruff when I deviate from 'her' course. There was ten
satellites coordinating my route home, so I think she quickly figured out I
wanted to go down 59 past the carnivals and their lights, that is not
depressing, sort of cheerful looking at the rides and the lights on them. Not
cheerful though would be actually stopping at one and paying felons $40 to win a
stuffed bear that 1 9 year old made in forced labor (labour if Canadian) in
China that you could have bought at flez market for $4.00. But still fun to look
at the spinning and flashing lights and nice weather in Houston this Saturday
night for people to get out and enjoy.
As I followed her down Hillcroft, then 59 South to the Sam
Houston Tollway/Beltway 8 home I thought what are the odds that anywhere in
north America you have two American Motors vehicles following each other home?
Surely not in Houston, Texas, 4th largest city in US. Maybe there is/was a
cruise night car show event somewhere in US in a smaller town or city a husband
and wife were following each other home in Javelin and Concord or something
That would be neat. As long as they didn't have to go down Renwick street
though. But following a AMC in traffic, while driving another AMC....20 years
after AMC ceased to exist, was quite nice and figued would share it.
We got home, the GPS British sounding lady told me I had
reached my destination again, for a moment I thought about circling block to
freak her Beefeater Gin drunk smug sound out, but had to pick up the kids, of
which they were both tired. Maybe one day someone will invent a GPS with cuss
words. Ya'll have a good weekend,
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