Well, 1/3 of our vehicles got here ok.

I hate that cap on the back of Truckiepoo. Once we have the garage in the permanent place, it's so gone. I only have it in case Kelly lets me sell him.

I took Truckiepoo for the California smog test and he passed with flying colors. I want four years of guilt back, because apparently I haven't been screwing the planet as badly as I thought, if El Trucko has been compliant with emissions in the most restrictive state in the world all along.  

Pancake and Piddy Ting are a different story.

We knew there would be trouble getting Pancake (Kelly's car) back off the truck, so I took off looking for the truck. Truck driver was at an undisclosed location unloading the vehicles, but this isn't that big of a town, so I was in stealth mode (in the rental Impala) looking for him, to photograph malpractice from a distance. Pancake is on a deck above Piddy Ting (my motorcycle (...because it's the prettiest thing I own) (shut up)).
 


That photo was taken the last time I saw my Piddy Ting.

I was hoping to at least photograph today's disaster, but after about 15 minutes without finding anything, I lost interest in looking for the moving truck, I'm easily distracted,  and started just driving where I thought cool things would be, not the truck. That got me here, the base of the house that looks over the whole Antelope Valley.

Pretty soon after, I was 30 miles west of Palmdale, in the San Gabriel Mountains.



Then, I found out that Pancake had broken through the floor of the truck and needs equipment only available in LA to get her out. I have no idea yet if this affects Piddy Ting. We'll find out. So I went back to the AV and found this.



Shoob, AKA Lumpy Lump, as per usual. What a life.

So I grabbed Kelly and went back to the cool spot and we did some yoga to try to friggin relax.





It's way cooler there than it looks in pictures. There was some photo shoot there with models the size of bean sprouts splayed out on rocks for photos. We'd have taken pictures of that whole scene, like the wardrobe on wheels in the desert, but if we showed interest in them, then they win.  Anonymity is underrated, those poor people will learn that soon enough.



It was a horse-friendly park. Oh, and there was some stuff over there.



Kelly was wearing ridiculous clown pants.



I want the rest of our vehicles. Supposedly tomorrow. They better be okay. Oh yeah, and the van line claimed yesterday that I never told them that we're moving in on Saturday. I told them three different times back in August. Whatever, they are doing it. Ohhhmmm Ohhmm Ohmmmmm....

And the temp housing is growing old too, the furniture is about as comfortable as a church pew on Easter Sunday. We're so ready for our own stuff to be in our own place. 

Ohhhmmm Ohhmm Ohmmmmm....