|
Shortly after a rain, the 4-seat Standard Healey waits expectantly. In the right middle distance are its yard-mates, carnitas-to-be
pigs dressed in their black suits with white shoulder wraps. A little farther away, the overhead tank was connected to a proprietary
water well, and provided consistent pressure, something the municipal facilities of this "La Mesa de Tijuana" could
not achieve. Still more distant, across the Highway-to-Tecate, is the Capilla (Chapel) at Kilometro 11.5, where Geneva and
Christina were baptized. Can you see this Polaroid was made through a screen door?
Somewhere I have another photo,
that one taken from the back porch of this transplanted WWII duplex. It shows the original dual exhaust system standing up
against the eaves of the house, a TV antenna stuck in one pipe. I had installed an Abarth system ($59.95). It looked and sounded
great, even after being used as kind of a mud-ski in fishtailing the Healey to the highway through ankle-deep mud.
The Minor 1000 Traveller was in the shop for a valve job or some such and I had to go to work. It was really a pretty
tense half-minute or so, seldom pointed in the direction of travel before making it to pavement. Fortunately there was no
traffic. If I'd had to stop to let someone by, I might have had to enlist a few neighbors to lift the car out of the mire
(as happened in the MG B/GT a few years later, hundreds of miles to the East, in the depths of a night, and in the sand).
|
