It was a Saturday morning when I set out. I rolled out of bed at 4am, hopped in the truck, and was gone before 4:30. The trip was a breeze and I got up through Ashland and into Central Point, OR without any issues what so ever. I listened to Neuromancer which I have as an audiobook. Great book by William Gibson. I figured I'd get the Lotus and be back in town for a late lunch with my friend Kilian who lives in Ashland. I had in my mind to have to have the car up on the trailer and tied down in 45 minutes. I like to make deals with myself about how long I think tasks will take me. I don't know why. I'm weird.
I rolled through town and headed out into the unincorporated area of Central Point. Northern California and Oregon are so pretty. The whole place looks like a park. I cruised up the long, curvy, and also steep driveway truck trailer and all. I was met at the top by an area which was clear on Google Earth but now had another trailer and three dead Jaguar cars. I was not happy with Audrey but I thought about my mom after my dad died. She was very overwhelmed by all his crap (cars, tractors, real estate, etc) and also by her sorrow. I smiled at Audrey through my clinched teeth and ate lunch with her and set about getting the Jags to start. I called Kilian who is a good friend and who I think was waiting for me to ask for help.
