Saying goodbye is an essential part of being a traveller

On Saturday I said goodbye to an old friend. We had been together for 11 years and the last two were the hardest. We grew apart so quickly. Well we didn't quite "grow apart" as you might say, one of us changed. I am not going to place the blame or point fingers but it became apparent a few months ago that it was nearing the end of the road so, Good Bye Camrey, it's been a long strange trip. Nice knowin' ya and thank you.

I had to go to 9915 SE Powell to pay my last respects. It was a nice sunny Saturday. I called the tow guys and waited for them outside the gate of the impound lot.

While waiting I thought I might snap a few pictures. Here is the shifter knob of the teal-green Mazda that my friend Shane has loaned me for the last few months.

Another interior picture of the car as I waited. I zoomed out from the mailbox shot earlier.

After a while I got out of the car and poked around a little outside the gate.

apparently somebody enjoyed themselves while they waited.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned that I waited. I pulled up in front of this place around 1:30 pm. This was a half an hour after I called just as the tow company instructed me. This is me angry, at around 3:00pm.

I paced around inside the gate while the "tow guy" processed two other people that had showed up while I waited. He made me wait because he wanted to allow them their cars and because I was only going through mine to remove some personal stuff. I waited some more.

The old blue building the office was in was in pretty bad disrepair but the texture of the paint was cool.

This is a detail from the tow truck. The tiny wheel was mounted in a pair on the upper deck of the truck. I still can't quite figure out what they were for.

The temporary brake and directional lights with strong magnets had their place on a bolted on slab of metal. I do not know what 7164 stands for either.

Another shot of the pealing paint from the front of the building. Awesome blue sky in background reminds me of how much time I wasted waiting for the toothless truck driver to show up.

Just to the east of the tow yard was a steel company. The racks of rusting steel looked neat with the now setting sun-beams casting shadows upon them.

An artsy picture of a pine cone and a weed. Not the only living thing on the lot but pretty close to it.

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So let's recap. I waited two hours plus to remove maybe five things from a car I no longer can drive because it is dead. Here is the kicker, the Toyota was parked in so tight I could barely reach into it to roll the window down so I could lean into it to pull the stuff out. I also ripped a shirt and my jacket in doing so. AHHHHH!!!

I wish everyone would withhold judgment until they hear the evidence

Photo dump time.

"Right up there turkey hand thing" Cool hands on Saturday's walk with JT. It also reminded me of this a bit.

Without ever hearing it dreams someone would have drawn it better.

The Red Hand Snaps

OSF Duck saying "Drat!" while running with scissors.

Deaf Leopard

Orange Meat Tube

"You must become me."

If only Nascar Dad would have been more artistic in his whitewashing. It might not have been so bad.

Bunny-Head Boy

We've taken too much for granted. And all the time it had grown. From techno seeds we first planted. Evolved a mind of its own.

Just a quick post while I sort out the Browser crashing problem. I have composed two posts this week that have crashed Firefox before I can save and publish. Kinda sucks.

Anyway, I overheard a silly little rumor about the leather gods. Apparently they are currently recording a concept album about the 16th Century French prophet Nostradamus.

If this is anything like the Loch Ness monster song from Angels of Retribution it should be good for a few laughs.

Go for a quickie while preparing dinner

A quick flash to you from the bottom of my coffee cup.

A speaker cone from through it's mesh exterior.

Some Perverted pedophilia watching the kids frolic at the McDonald's play area.

Pure Flat television watching entertainment.

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

All right stop, Collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly. Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know. Turn off the lights and I'll glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal. Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

A little bit shaky but I like the results. Truck Front!

TOER. The old time radio is always a treat. This one has teeth.

An old drum in a barn at LNP. I am going to investigate this image a little further. Perhaps get a better shot when there is more light.

The cell phone version. I think the paint may be luminescent?

The king of the Jungle makes me dizzy. New joint Side Door.

That's right. The Side Door you door knob.

A shot with the phone of one of the barns at LNP on a sunny day. Again when the sun comes out I will snap a few shots with the camera instead of the phone. This could be a spectacular picture.