Aug 27 2002
Repo Girl?
When you have the joy and serious responsibility of being the caretaker of a piece of American history, you look at the world a little differently than lesser mortals. Ever since I became the curator of Josephine, I notice other Mustangs, though I think they were really at the height of their beauty in the 1960’s and the new ones are unworthy of the name.
I was walking home yesterday and I saw a guy parking his a couple of blocks from Chez Moi. It looked to be about the same vintage as Josephine, though his was Tahoe Turquoise instead of Silver Blue. So I asked him and yes, it was a 1966. His interior was in better shape than mine, and he said he’d just bought it. So we chatted for a while, and it didn’t take long for the topic of parking to come up.
It’s hard to find a parking place ever in my neighborhood, and even if it was easy, leaving Josie on the street is dumber than a third generation Bush. You can start that car with a hairpin, and it has a soft top, inviting thievery or defacement (in fact, someone keyed her formerly perfect paint job while she was parked at the Pier 39 garage). Human nature: see something beautiful and steal it or wreck it.
Mr. Tahoe Turquoise said that a rental car place about 6 blocks from my place has parking for $129 a month. The catch is that you only have access to your car between 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. But since Mom is moving to Petaluma and we’ll be logging a lot of miles going back and forth across the Bridge, (just after the toll goes up to $5 a shot from $3), I should probably bring Josie back from her country vacation instead of renting a car every time I want to go up there, or taking the bus. But can I live with the 7 to 7 thing? is the question. Thoughts? Suggestions? Notionettes? Lay ’em on me, baby!