About a month ago, I decided that I should go on a road trip. Not a long one - I don't have vacation days yet - but a weekend of hitting the road, alone or otherwise. Originally, I was going to set on on a Friday, pick a direction, and just drive until I needed to sleep and, upon waking, decide whether to keep going or turn back.

( Wound up being an expedition to Tesla's lab on Long Island... )

As some of you know, I've got a '72 Pontiac Catalina convertible. It's a good car, though it desperately needs a paint job to halt the onset of rust. I don't have many photos of it (what's probably the best one has a friend crawling on it), but I like it ( Read more... )