Saturday drive

Well, I'm trying to get the truck out on the road each weekend. Now that the new battery has arrived, it should be easier! Last weekend we went on a trip to grab a sandwich and to visit Peter and Maria. Junior and Oliver posed for the pics (with Peter and Marc in the background). Peter and Marc had to push me and pop the clutch so that we could get home. Oh well! We'll see how the new battery does!

Where old trucks go to die...

Happy Easter! We went to the 2.5 hour long Easter Vigil last night. It was a bit on the long side (they decided to do 8 baptisms). Today we will have brunch with friends, which shall be fun. I thought that I would include this picture on the blog - it has nothing to do with Easter, I guess, unless you consider vehicle restoration as a form of resurrection. Anyway, my neighbor Anita sent me this picture - it is from an unofficial truck cemetery in Sprague, WA, which is in Eastern Washington near Spokane. It's hard to tell from the photo, but it looks like there is a mixture of GM, Ford, Mopar, and International in the mix. I will have to visit someday!

Speaking of dead trucks - my 6 volt battery is toast. I'm waiting for another to come in the mail, which shall make weekend touring a much more reliable activity!

-Mike

Puerto Vallarta

Realized that we haven't posted anything about our trip to Puerto Vallarta at the end of last month. But then again, we forgot our camera so there aren't any pictures to share! Not that there would be much photographic interest in us spending four days just relaxing by the pool, relaxing on the beach, or relaxing while eating delicious meals (accompanied by margaritas and cerveza, of course). In lieu of pictures, I put together a little map that illustrates our get-away.

I think the most interesting thing about our trip was that we sat next to a guy with MY SAME NAME on the plane from L.A. to Mexico. (Cue Twilight Zone music here.) As it turns out, my name doppelganger is much more fabulous than me (he owns a hair salon in San Francisco). We had a good time talking with him and his friends, we even ran into them again on the last night of our trip.

While I didn't pick up any souvenirs in Mexico, I did acquire a head cold that ballooned a bit out of control when we returned home. Darn that low-humidity cesspool of microbial nastiness of an airplane air conditioning system! My doctor prescribed some good medicine so I'm on the mend, but still a little deaf in my left ear.

The trip was relaxing and definitely worth it. I'd love to go back again, but I think Mike would probably like to mix it up for our next trip. Any suggestions? [Marc]