Frankly, I'm a little miffed at all the attention Al Gore has received recently for his supposed "wasteful" energy use. Because when it comes to stomping a new carbon-hole in our fragile planet I take a back seat to no man, including our famously jet-set former Veep. Consider the just-expired month, in which I set a new personal best in mindless resource consumption: 6000 miles in air travel, 2500 miles by ground (including a memorable joy ride to the Merrill Ice Drags), and a trailer thermostat permanently locked in at a toasty 85 degrees Farenheit. Top that, Al!
Yet, despite all my best efforts, the Midwest remained an arctic wasteland. So, for a high-carbon aperitif, I and my lovely traveling companion made another obscenely frivolous jet-jaunt out to our favorite city of Los Angeles, California. Destination: Deuce Week at the Petersen Museum, where we celebrated the diamond anniversary of God's Only Begotten Car, the 1932 Ford, and worshipped at the shrine of my hero, the late great Ed "Big Daddy" Roth. Many hot rod royalty spotted.
While there we also had the great fortune to dine at some of LA's finest chow houses (including the legendary Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles on Pico, and Musso and Frank's in Hollywood) with a raft of SoCal luminaries, including speed merchant Gale Banks, lakes racer Bruce Geisler, garage sale czar Mister Jalopy, and artist/blogger/bon vivant Coop and his lovely wife Ruth. In between the elegant bonhomie, we squeeze in trips to Watts, Pasadena, Santee Alley, and Malibu. Highlight of the weekend: a casual drive-by mooning of the Kodak Theater, where my carbon-credit rival Al would grab an Oscar a few hours later.
Jeez, why am I wasting time writing this? Click on the button for the monthly highlight reel. Excelsior!
