Gualaca and the Beast

Gualaca. It's pronounced Wah-lah-kah as in Gualaca to play golf as often as possible and it's where we went to re-register the Beast ayer. I used ayer there because it means yesterday and is easier to type than yesterday. Of course I have now, counting this next one, typed yesterday three times while explaining that to you. It just goes to show that the best laid plans of mice and men oft gang agley whatever that means and causes one to ponder just how many plans do mice make anyway? Truly a mystery for the ages if you ask me, and you probably should because I know a thing or two about ages having been several of them. Mysteries though,I've always found baffling. Baffling, for those of you out of the loop, is the decorative underside of a copper cornice. You do know what a cornice is right? That's okay, I don't either.

On the way to Gulaca we stopped at our mechanic's to see how the Beast's recovery was coming along. It was supposed to have been released into our custody sound as a dollar the previous Monday, but further tinkering with valves, injectors and some apparati needed to start diesels that are called, I think, glow worms was called for and all dictated that the car should be left behind and dollars traded for euros as quickly as possible. Tomorrow, or manyana as we say here in Paradise With Rain, only we don't spell it that way, was our mechanic's answer to cuando which means when, but I don't have to tell you that, because you are bright, intelligent listeners, the very best in the blog reading business and although some would say I am sucking up, I mean it...really.

The reason behind the re-registration of the Beast, shhh don't tell it, is that we want to sell it and that can't be legally done without the car having passed inspection and obtained new papers. Those of you who have followed the trials and tribulations of the Beast, okay just the tribulations, the car was never really brought to trial this time, not enough evidence to convict is what they said, but if you ask me, and you should, because I did time with the Beast on an earlier rap, it's guilty on all counts. As for the tribulations, well, you can either take the pills or seek out alternative medicine.

Truth is we've bought another car. It's a newer, sleeker, younger model named Nikita and although not exactly a Trophy Car, it is a step up from the Beast. It could even be a whole stairway up from the Beast, but that only time can tell and you know how fickle and close mouthed time can be. Unless you listen very carefully, sometimes you can't hear time at all.

So far though, I thought as we drove Nikki to Gualaca without incident, time seems to be on our side, philosophically speaking like Mick Jagger that is, and I won't feel bad at all if we can find the Beast a good home with nice parental drivers. If we can't, I do have the Beast's signed consent for its parts to be left to science or Marcos the Mad Mechanic who has reassembled the Beast on several other occasions and is familiar with her idiosyncratic moods, which are not the best kind for a car.

Gualaca? It's a nice little town. Warm and friendly.