SN2's New Ride...

And this is the view you'll most likely get if you happen to catch Son Number Two in his new silver with black top Miata. Sam got a great deal on an unsold 2005 Miata, paying about $2,500.00 less than I paid for the Green Hornet five years ago. Six-speed and all.

So Clovis, aka The Big(ger) City^TM, is still there. I left Portales around noon today after running a couple of errands, and even though it was only 55 degrees or so I drove the 11 miles over to The Big(ger) City with the top down. And froze. I made the return trip with the top up. Fool me once, etc. I think 60 degrees is about my limit for top-down driving although I have had …uh... less than intelligent… moments where I’ve motored al fresco in temps under 50 degrees. But I was dressed for it. And then there’s motorcycles, and I’ll admit to riding in temps way below 40 degrees, but then again, I was dressed for it. And that was a long time ago, too. It’ll be a good while (like: never) before I ride a bike in less than 65 degree temps. Old age and discomfort just don’t go well together. At all.

Song of the Day

Song: ALL of ‘em
Artist: Rolling Stones
Album: Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out (alternate review)
Year: 1970
Source: My Stuff.

Makes Me Think of & etc.: This is, without a single doubt, the best live album ever made. Ever. Recording technology may have improved a lot since 1970, artists come and artists go, but this album remains a classic, a landmark, a (insert superlative here). The Stones haven’t done better, before or since. This particular incarnation of the Stones, with Mick Taylor on lead guitar, is the band’s apogee, IMHO. And the perfect soundtrack for a chilly 80 mph blast over to The Big(ger) City and back. “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll,” indeed.

Lyrics: (Sympathy for the Devil)

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game