Dressed

It takes a while to wash and wax a "'Stang".

These days, quite unlike my garagecentric peers, I'm not getting the work done in a day nor pressing clay, but I get close with a water bottle, paper towels, and Mother's Gold Carnauba.

Detailing's now a lonesome craft for this old bachelor: who for?  What for?  Why?

Ownership has changed my life by relieving me of the truck-with-cap style both for camping, impromptu sleeping along an Interstate, and ferrying amplifiers and sound systems to gigs and putting me in something more appropriate for classic American touring.

Add GPS (got it) to the "Silver Mustang 2000" and go!

Still, this is not quite the day for going yet: for one thing, I've got the gig at the Georgia Boy Cafe this evening; for another excuse: two door panels and the rear section want for that good old carnauba wax.

She Hasn't Changed -- I Have

She hasn't changed.

I have.

I'm not sure for the better, as I am crankier, more isolated, older, however not yet a "grumpy old man" -- in fact, these days, I'm looking rather dapper, rather like the guy who drives that car and parks it across from the bar where he sings on Tuesday nights (previously covered here: The Georgia Boy Cafe at Park Circle, Hagerstown, Maryland) -- but well on the way if I remain much longer locked down here at my desktop.

It's spring.

That silver Mustang needs to be driven.

Find me Tuesday nights on stage on the other side of the neon at The Georgia Boy Cafe at Park Circle, Hagerstown, Maryland.