Venus With A Classic Old Jaguar
Today, I will be driving a new souped up Jaguar car, and will do 0-62 MPH in 5.4 seconds.
But first, we have to find the track.
My friend Carol is my navigator, but it turns out she and I are on par with our navigational skills. This means, “not good at all.”
We get utterly lost at our meet up point in San Diego and we get utterly lost when we finally get to Irvine, California. We cannot find the amphitheater.
We go around and around on the freeways. We stop at a golf course and ask golfers, “Where are we ?” and “Where is the amphitheater?”
The golfers look at us, then they look at the sky. Each one says different things and point their fingers in different directions.
We slide my car to the side of roads, pause, and ask workers in orange vests and hard hats for directions. They shrug their shoulders.
My iPhone, in a strident voice, insists that I go backwards but at least I know that’s not right.
Wringing wet with sweat and amped up, we finally swing into the correct, vast parking lot. We’re late. (more…)