Over the last couple of weeks as I drove up and down the I-5 corridor with a loaded up Sapphire Sled, I would mull over how to purchase an inexpensive pick-up truck. Or figure out a way to transport building materials for the Bastion of Bayne. One afternoon, I looked down at the gear shifter, and was reminded of how I learned how to drive a manual transmission vehicle. The credit doesn’t belong to any of the usual suspects, either! It belongs to a high school girlfriend. If memory serves me well, it went like this … On Sunday afternoon we finished watching a NASCAR race at her apartment while her mom was traveling for business. I quipped, “Boy I wish I knew how to drive stick so I can drive a racecar.” “Wanna learn?” she asked with an impish smile. I shrugged, “Yeah, sure.” She grabbed my hand, and car keys, and lead us outside to her pick-up truck. It was an old Toyota quarter-ton that had been painted all black with white wheels. Say what you will about it, but I l...
My observations and thoughts while being a passenger on Spaceship Earth