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In Mexico, 1964 or 1965 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" neighborhood 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 ($59.50).
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). |
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