!!!!!!! Mr. MISANTHROPIC !!!!!

Since I went straight and started using iTunes, I’ve been continually amazed at all the out-of-print authentic dancehall and roots reggae is in their vaults. The other day, I dropped some dough on a bunch of old Eek-a-Mouse tunes, among other things. A real blast from the past. Casio keyboard horns and craptastic drum-machine reggae. Brings back high school memories of hanging out reading Thrasher, getting sunburns skating in the bank parking lot with ex-buddy Will, listening to bad reggae and hardcore on his shitty 1-speaker boombox.

Actually, I guess I don’t really miss it that much.

Hey! What does everyone think of my sweet-ass new loafers?

RI ‘crossers, never fear, Big Red, aka The Drivable Changing Room, has been brought back to life. Over the weekend, I managed to repair the differential, plug up the leaky oil pan, and give the engine a nice tune-up. Runs like a cham-peen again, and doesnt leave little black puddles wherever I park it. Today I also vacuumed out all the dried mud and swill from the cross nationals, and you’ll be glad to know that the interior has nearly dried out. Best of all, the funk of smelly bottoms, Greyhound Juice and chamois cream is almost gone.

Tomorrow I will take her in for an updated inspection sticker. 

And now for the pictorial review…

I can’t promise this will be the last post on my trip to the boot. But, I couldn’t resist talking a bit about what I believe is the best pizza in the world. This little crappy corner shop in my buddy’s neighborhood serves up the best thin-crust I have ever had…and I’ve had a lot. The best slice, by far, is just plain sauce (no cheese) with small bits of chopped anchovy and a tiny amount of oregano.

There are others too, but that was my favorite, hands down. The crust is hard to describe, its like a very thin white bread, but the underside is very crisp and has a sheen to it (all the olive oil I guess) and has an almost cracker-like crunch to it.

We would eat at this place at least once a day, if not two or three times. The procedure was to get 10 slices and go back to the apt. and watch bad Italian cable TV.

These pics don’t really do the stuff justice:

After traveling for 17 hours, this was waiting for me on my doorstep last night…

(Please excuse the cat puke to the left) 

Honda “Lead” scooter:
100cc 4 stroke. Better than I thought it would be. This poor thing carted our fat asses all around the capitol city every day.

Alfa Romeo 166:
No joke, its a government issue car. Fast - yes. Pig on gas - yes. Used exclusively for long road trips, which it turned out can really be a demon hell ride. Also used to bring friends to the airport who are about to miss their planes.