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Davin, I'm afraid to open my the hood of my husband's '55. First, how would I get it open? That might involve sitting in the car! Second, what would I find in there? Creepy, rusty, moldy, icky are the words that come to mind!

Before and after?

I WISH.

In the red is the '55 Chevy of my husband's dreams. In the gray and rust is his '55, still sitting in our yard where his brother towed it more than a year ago.

Sigh.

Look! The shiny red car has a gear shift! Meanwhile, our '55 has our neighbor's cat as an apparently permanent resident.

Surrrrrre you're gonna fix it...

I guess everyone has a husband with an old car he's gonna fix up. Larry has his 55 Chevy. My friend Olivia's hustand, Julio, has his Mustang (sorry, don't know the year).

I guess I should be thankful Larry's 55 is in the back, behind a shed, where I can't see it. But I think Julio's "stang" actually does run.

Time on my hands

I was sick for a couple days, finally got well enough to go back to work, headed out early so I could get some stuff done. And, of course Rosedale Highway stopped me in my tracks. I had the time, so I made a little movie!

Random stuff

The anti-Bush dude had an out-of-state license plate so I knew he wasn't from "these parts."

And really, I SWEAR I did nothing, not even thinking bad or malicious thoughts (well, some small evil thoughts maybe) to help along the closure of the golf place.

I gotta go by there and check it out again.

Mateo, tell your mom to stop SPYING ON ME!!!

It's people like this...

Just another day on Rosedale Highway.


I've gotten used to people cutting in front of me (because, as you know, I usually leave more than one car length between me and the person in front of me.)

But this morning, this mad minivan mom was just out of control. I was at a stoplight, it turned green, we all set out, nose to tail. Even though there wasn't more than six feet separating the car in front of me, this mad minivan mom tries cram in front of me. It was so close I actually honked at her!

A little further down the road, here she comes again. The photo below show her pulling in front of me. The photo doesn' t do justice to how close she was.

Oh, and she was a total tailgater too.



I got ahead of her again and as she passed me I tried to get a shot of her because she was a classic stressed out mom, hunched over, gripping the wheel, looking intently ahead, a cell phone clenched between her shoulder and her ear.

But alas, I just got the van speeding past.

I SWEAR it wasn't me!

Apparently, the driving range that I was KICKED OFF OF is no longer in operation. Either that, or the managers have been on a very, very long-term hiatus.

Hmmm....so surprising considering what "nice" folks were running the place.

All I know is there've been no cars and no golfers seen there in weeks.

These pics were from a couple days ago. Granted it was over the holidays, but this has been the general look of the place since before Christmas.

I'm a star

Me versus Rosedale Highway.
I have to say the guy that did this video did a great job considering what he had to work with.

Not something you see in Bakersfield everyday

I was almost worried about this guy getting out of Kern County unmolested!
Of course, my photo abilities are pretty lame...so I'll translate:
Above the window it says, "Bush profits from America's misery"
Then on the windows there are lots of things about how immigrants aren't the source of our problems.
Pretty racy stuff for old Bako.