After I got back from rollerblading Donna had finished cleaning off 2/3 of the driveway and 1/2 of the front lawn. She finished the lawn while I swept off the rest of the driveway. As you can see from this hickory there are still a lot of leaves to come down yet.
We couldn’t stand it, the leftover pizza was eaten for supper tonight.
Is how many litter our front yard after the last few days of wind and rain.
It is also the amount of miles on the car. We must have hit the 49k mark late last night because after I made the 6 mile trip to work this morning the odometer read 49008. The Miata when new came with a 50,000 mile/3 year warranty and it looks like we are going to be a little shy of the mileage mark when we pass thru the time limit in 16 days.
In an attempt to wipe out the memory of the lousy “pizza” we ate last Friday on HHI we went to Ferrando’s in the Alley. It worked. Lou and company serve up an excellent pie and as Rachel Ray would say, “Yummo!” Best part is we only eat half of the 14″er in one sitting, so we have the other half for, let’s say, Saturday lunch. It’s all I can do from raiding the fridge right now.
I’ve been driving by a lot of cute little ones lately. They have been calling out to me, “Take my picture. Take my picture. Come on, you know I’m cute. The light is right and the car is clean. What are you waiting for?” We have driven by this little Post Office numerous times on our trips to, and from, Hilton Head and every time I see it I note the name and it’s correlation to the Emperor’s “official” color name. And every time I see it I am tempted to stop. This time I did. A Garnet Red Mica Miata in front of the Garnett, SC 29922 Post Office.
Tomorrow is election day and while I just love the bumper sticker, “I don’t vote, it just encourages them.” I usually do just the opposite, I vote to encourage them. In my own little protest against mainstream politicians, I typically vote for the Libertarian, the Green Party guy or some other third party candidates.
This election my voting will be guided by another bumper sticker I saw just the other day, “It’s broke, so let’s fix it. Vote Democratic.”
I mean what have I been thinking all these years, voting that way. The Democratic party is the way to go, always was, I mean the don’t call voting “The Republican Process” do they?
After breakfast in the condo Donna and I drove over to Roebling Road Raceway outside of Savannah, GA to see a couple of friends race in an SCCA Solo1 event.
John is a heck of a driver that I hate following through the twisty roads on MMC events, because I know if I try and keep up with him I’ll end up getting in trouble. On the road he drives with what seems like abandon, but he always keeps in on the pavement. On the track he is a terror and usually once an event he manages to find the dirt, but he still has wrapped up first place in the southeast region in the CSP class. The car he drives, and consequently the race team, was christened by his wife the day he brought the well used red early model Miata home from the dealer, POS (and I’m betting you can figure what those three initials stand for.) After these last few years POS now has an alternate nickname, the Money Pit. Hey, it keeps John off the streets, literally.
Today when we got to the track John made me an honorary pit crew member by giving me a ball cap embroidered with the words POS Racing and a small red Miata complete with his car number in the white meatball on the door. I’m not sure if you get to pick your own number, but John’s is 54 and I wonder if it has anything to do with his propensity to leave the track and Officers Toody & Muldoon.
When we got back from watching racing this afternoon I changed the oil and rotated the tires on the Emperor. At 48,840 the car was about at the halfway point between Mazda’s recommended service points of 45,000 and 52,500.
These pipes are part of a $16 million dollar “beach renourishment program on the south and east coast of HHI. They dredge up sand from the bottom of the sea a 1/4 mile offshore and pump it to the beach to widen the slowly retreating beach. They’ve finished the section in front of the resort and have moved further along the shore which is closer to the dredging area so these lengths of pipe are not needed right now.
Morning walk on the beach, hhicondo.com business, lunch at Gruby’s NY Deli, washed the mineral encrusted water spots off the Miata (parked under a sprinkler here at the resort), read some on the balcony in the sunshine, visited Jerry the Condo King and his bride Donna before they treated my Donna and I to dinner at Julep’s where we eat for the trifecta (appetizer, entree & dessert), short walk on the golf cart path and write a little blog post.
Full freaking day.
Last week the mountains, this week the shore. We are down in Hilton Head for a little business and a lot of fun.
Took the afternoon off and got to ride here with the top down (windows and windblocker up.) Traffic was pretty good except for both ends of the drive. Friday midday in Aiken must bring out the grannies and Friday late afternoon brings out the crowds, even in the off-season, in Hilton Head. After unpacking in our condo by the beach we went back out to get some dinner. It was a toss up between Japanese and pizza. We were leaning towards the pizza and the clincher was the Japanese place wasn’t even going open for another 45 minutes. There were two pizza places I had picked out of the restaurant guide and we missed the first because I never spotted the landmark (Fudruckers) that they said they were behind. We found the second one and were not really glad we did.
If you ever find yourself here, don’t eat at Pizza Roma in Coligny Plaza. We were the only ones in the place and maybe we should have taken the hint. The salad was good and plentiful, but the pizza was nothing special. We would have been better off getting a DiGiornos at Bi-Lo and heating it up in the oven at the condo. I have always said that pizza is like sex, there is no such thing as bad, just different. Well now I certainly hope that I never get to experience the sex that is the parallel to tonight’s pizza…