Enough Already?

When is enough enough?

Like why do the Rolling Stones still tour? They are old. Rock and roll should not be performed by the AARP set. Charlie Watts looks like he has no teeth. Keith Richards looks like he has been embalmed. And no matter how good he looks FOR HIS AGE, we don't need to see Mick strut around like a tough rooster. I have heard people say that they want to see them before they die.

Like why did Lucas-Spielberg-Ford do another Indiana Jones flick? Yeah, it was great to see the silhouetted Harrison Ford put on that famous hat, but a weak script, mediocre story and caricatures instead of characters couldn't save this clunker of a movie.

Like what did the final two seasons with the Washington Wizards do for Michael Jordan, the Wizards or basketball? Not a thing. Coming off of his second retirement, His Airness was hurt and his step and shot had lost their zip. He did not take the team to the playoffs or burnish his image.

Like thinking that you should have cheaper gas so you can continue driving your anachronistic SUV--or a Lincoln Mark V? And Detroit, the home of the gas guzzler, wonders why it can't sell cars. Unnecessarily large inefficient vehicles became a bad idea in the 70's, why would anyone be surprised that the reprise would be a repeat?

Like listening exclusively to the oldies station and saying that they don't make decent music anymore. Like complaining that teens on social network sites don't have real relationships. Like trying to recreate your childhood for your children. Like doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.

Me? I still gotta lot to learn. I'm not ready to stand still.

1st Gear

Maybe this is one where you really had to be there. I thought it was hysterical. The 15-year-old was a bit concerned, though.

We were driving back from football practice--me and the 15-year old in the Subaru, about 1/2 mile from home. A very bright yellow car passed us on the left. There was something about the rumble that made me look up and see the Ferrari horse rearing on the back of the car. Like this, only yellow.

I met my foe at the light and quickly assessed the competition. The passenger, some short 30-something guy. Bad hair cut. The driver was much better put together. I could see his cufflinks glint against the steering wheel. MUCH better haircut. A weasel-ly moustache, though.

The light turned and I gunned the Subaru through her paces. That Ferrari ate my 4 cylinder dust. I cackled maniacally. The yellow car met me at the next light.

"So, you think that was funny?"

The 15-year-old raised his eyebrows in warning to me.

"Hey, let's face it," said I. "It WAS funny." The 15-year-old coughed his concern. "I'm from Detroit," I continued. "We used to race from the lights all the time." The guy was pissed. I was crying, My laughing was out of control.

The 15-year-old was flashing yellow. I revved the engine. My foe did so, too. About 6 octaves lower than mine. I revved back. The light changed, and I immediately lost my place on the gears. The canary car was long down Michigan Avenue.

Me, still in hysterics, fumbled my way to second (or third?) gear. The smell of burning clutch was everywhere.

But I did beat the Ferrari. At least once.

VaRoom D.C.

Nice weather brings everyone out, and Chinatown was buzzing last night. 7th Street sidewalks were full of coat-free strollers crowding restaurants and bars. [BTW, the MCI Center has been rechristened Verizon Center. You can see that at www.mci.com.]

Walking toward the Spy Museum on the way from the movies* the 11-year-old spotted a hot red car.

HIM: Isn't that a Ferrari?
BRO: I see the horse.
ME: [to valet] Can I park it?
VALET: Ha, Ha!

After our hamburger dinner, we were walking back toward our car.

14-year old: What's that?
ME: I dunno. The new Chrysler?
HIM: What are those "B"s on the wheels.
ME: Bentley.
VALET: You like?

A block later also on the street.

14-year old: More "B's". Whose car is this?
ME: Somebody you don't know.

All that within 3 blocks. Then we drove away.

* Dave Chappelle's Block Party fun, fun, fun.