I’m sitting on our patio in Mexico. Beautiful sunny morning, about to have a few enchiladas that we bought from a guy who had a cooler full of them in the back of his truck. We don’t even have a TV here, but they have great, wild FM radio.
Great car culture here, they actually fix up and drive old cars. They are not beaters, by any measure. A few years ago we were at the corner coffee shop, and you could hear and feel a serious car coming. Literally shook the ground. It was a very well done ‘60’s or ‘70’s fibreglass dune buggy. Looked like a George Barris creation. Driven by a obviously well to do old guy. Even though it was a VW, this engine was SERIOUS. Could have been a Porsche or Corvair mill, but it was done up. Every guy was watching this thing rumble by. As he pulls abreast of us the old guy punches it. INSTANT tire smoke. He lets it run wild for a second then backs of and resumes with that grin we get when we do something badass . Saw the most insane street race ever, here too. Two very modified V8 cars through a residential area, side by side at well over 100mph.
At home there was a extreme cold warning of minus forty without the pussy windchill.
The bad part is we go home to the cold Tuesday