11/26/06 - As I said on the previous adventure page, my goal this
Sunday is to
cruise solo all day and to simply let the
road take me where it will. No plans, no schedules, no
deadlines, no pressure... 100% pure relaxing cruising day. I
have left the Roaster cafe car meet behind and enjoy cruising down
Ventura Blvd, heading towards Hollywood. It is a partly cloudy Sunday
and the temps have suddenly plummeted, so I throw a little blanky on
my legs and promise myself that next time I will wear pants. My pencil
skirt looks lovely but not so lovely as to distract me adequately from
the freeze bite my legs are currently feeling >8[. But nothing a
little heating can't fix. Yes sir, Hiboy does have a heater. One might
wonder why, since as soon as the heat comes out from under the dash,
it "POOOOF" vanishes into thin (cold) air. LOL Maybe it is simply an
illusion, but I can swear it actually does keep my feet warm, under
the blanket. I hook a right turn on Sepulveda and start climbing the
windy Pass. I decide to turn left on a small residential street and to
check out the "neighborhood" and views. Not bad, not bad at all...
Back to Sepulveda, up the hill and zoooooo, under the tunnel (VRROOOOOM
VROOOM). I like this tunnel, it's fun to rev it up while you're
in there, makes my rod sound HUGE hehehehe... As I emerge on the other
side, the corner of my eye catches glimpse of a private road and a
sign that says "Cultural Institute something something" - sorry I
drive too fast to read LOL). I decide to check it out. A quick, last
second right turn later, I drive up that hill and nested up there, I
find a fine example of modern architecture. So I stop to snap a few
cool roadster shots (see photo below). I pretty much have the whole
place to myself, as it seems deserted, so after checking it out I
leave and stroll down
Sepulveda to Wilshire
Blvd. Wilshire looked mighty inviting with its beautiful, tall
buildings. I hook a leftie and cruise down to the heart of Beverly
Hills; Rodeo Drive :).
Hiboy and I made a
triumphant entrance as we slowly drove up and down the famous
drive. There were many tourists and shoppers there and all stopped
dead in their tracks, quickly firing up their cameras so to be
able to snap a shot of us as we drove on by... I could swear Hiboy
puffed up is engine compartment a little LOL. We both were real
proud and a magnificent addition to the Haute Couture studded
street (oooooo La La). No, there were no shopping on Rodeo Drive
for us. Not now, not ever. We are poor remember? We are hotrod
owners. ;). Besides I'd much rather get a Posie Super Slide leaf
spring then a Cartier useless necklace, so there! I've said it
all. From Rodeo we drove down to Melrose, which is where I
sometimes shop. This must be my lucky day cause I just found a
parking space right in front of Maya (my fav silver jewelry shop).
Local shop owners came out of their stores to check Hiboy out.
Passer by drilled me with questions: "What is it? How much? Do you
want to sell it?" "A 32 roadster, between 30K and 60K and NO".
Check this out! One
store owner offered me $20 to take him around the block in my hotrod
LOL. I declined, but since he was very nice and kept an eye on my car
while I was having lunch further down the street, I did take him for a
quick (free) ride. I think I have earned a lifetime 20% off special
VIP discount at his store LOL! After that I drove up La Brea with the
intent to cruise down Hollywood Blvd and stop by the Chinese theater
for a second (maybe even have Hiboy leave his tire marks in the cement
right in front LOL). But fate had decided otherwise. THE BOULEVARD WAS
SHUT DOWN! Just my luck. The one day a year I decide to drive
Hollywood Blvd, is the one day they shut it down because of some
Christmas parade GRRRR. But wait. This was not the only thing that was
about to shut down that day. Stopped in heavy traffic on La Brea,
waiting to be rerouted AWAY from my destination (boohoohoo) Hiboy
suddenly got really pissed off and out of the blue
Died as in D.E.A.D.
Everything dead, engine, stereo, heater, radiator fan... Everything.
The light has now turned green and I am left stranded in the middle of
La Brea, blocking my entire lane. Yikes! But nothing a cool hotrod Gal
can't handle. I quickly check my ignition switch, which I had
installed myself a few weeks earlier and find that one of the wire
just fell off (nice job FAITH!). Not my fault really, it's just that
the vibrations from the roadster loosened the tiny bolt and it just
fell off. I jump out of my rod, open the trunk, pull out my faithful
toolbox, jump back in, pull the screwdriver out and a few twist of the
wrist later I am back on the road. hehehehe... Pretty impressive I
I hook up left on
Sunset and cruise all the way back to Beverly Hills, where I stop
for tea and pastry at Claffouti, my favorite French cafe there.
People sitting at tables near me ask me about the car and one nice
gentleman even offers to snap some shots of me, as I am getting
ready to leave. Thank God, cause I don't think I have a single
shot of me today. When he emails them to me, I'll add them here.
Meanwhile, it is now
getting dark so I bundle up and head out without further delays or
detours. Everything is going smoothly (or so I thought). I am now
at Topanga Canyon and Burbank, only a few minutes away from home!
When suddenly, a lovely scent of fleshly brewed electrical wires
fills the air... What? is it MEEE? or another car? Hard to tell,
cause in a topless roadster you can smell EVERYTHING for miles....
it's ME. I am VERY SURE. And you know why I am very sure? Because
Hiboy just went
not AGAIN??? >8[ This is becoming a habit!))
I am afraid this
time it is for good. Dead as can be. Dead as in: In the middle of
the gosh darn road blocking EVERYONE ELSE and getting honked at
left and right. And these are NOT honks of support and admiration,
no sir, these are DEATH WISH honks. Oh what's the big deal! I've
only been here for 2 minutes! I try to trouble shoot but I can
already tell this is not going to be a quick patch job. I
obviously have a bad short and wherever it is, it has
short-circuited my electrical system and that's that. No more
cruising for you tonight little Missie. I eyeball an SUV behind me
and requisition 2 little Asian men to push me out of the freakin'
way LOL. They do a good job, of course the roadster PLUS me (even
filled with tea and pastry) only weigh 2000 Lbs. A few pushes
later I am now safely parked in a gas station. Boy I'm glad I a)-
am so close to home b)- have a cell phone c)- have a friend who
will come to help me make it home d)- didn't break down in the
middle of Rodeo drive (imagine the sheer humiliation ;) LOL) !
A phone call
later Sean, my friend, is on his way. Meanwhile I check all my
fuses and some of my ignition wiring, but all seem fine... As the
roadster cools down, I am able to fire it up but the Alternator is
not charging. We decide to make a super fast run for the house,
hopefully we will make it before the battery gives up the ghost!
And the ghost it did give up, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GARAGE DOOR.
Yes my friends, there is a GOD for young, green hotrod girls like
me. And he is obviously watching over me :). Well... that was fun!
My FIRST breakdown!! And I am sure not the last. I have made it
home and for now that's all that matters. Hiboy is in a coma but
I'll summon a doctor for him tomorrow and hopefully we'll
resuscitate him cause by now I already know that I just can't live
without him! Sweet dreams my love... And thank you for taking me -
almost - all the way back home.
hiboy poses for my camera and shows off his freshly painted grill shell & insert