First ride on the motorcycle in a long time. And it has been a long time: the battery was nearly dead. I rode down to the corner for breakfast, then south to Sonoita and what the hell, another 20 miles to Patagonia, where I stumbled upon a car show.
I always like the oddball cars, the ones people don’t normally collect, restore, or turn into hot rods: the orange car is a Dodge, and you don’t see a lot of old Dodges.
Got home at two, just as Donna finished repainting the kitchen. And now you know the whole story!
p.s. She actually insisted I get out of the house. Really. No, really.
p.p.s. And here she is in her newly-yellow kitchen:
