Strange but true.Yesterday afternoon I was upstairs in my office [working on the Pagoda book, fyi...]; my daughter in the next room sorting her clothes (middle school starts in September) when I thought I heard some kind of knocking downstairs.
I stopped, turned down the Pandora radio, and listened again--sure enough--a knocking sound. Ran downstairs: nobody at the front door; nobody at the side door, and then went into the garage. There stood a man of Asian heritage who pointed over to the Pagoda, and asked if it was my car!
Well, I had arrived home not long before, soon to leave again, and had parked my Flex right in front of the garage, but left the door open. The man driving by nonetheless spotted the Signal Red car as he passed, backed up, pulled in my driveway, and made the inquiry. Let me tell you, the Flex is big, and was mostly obscuring the Pagoda. It took one keen eye to spot my SL.
His name is Wes, formerly of Redondo Beach, CA (where his 250 SL still is) and had recently moved to Michigan to be with his daughter in school. He seemed to know nothing of the MBCA and less about this group here, but of course when he left some 30 minutes later, he knew a lot about both. He stopped because he was not sure where to buy any parts or have the car serviced around here, and he found that out too. Perhaps he'll pop up here as a new member. We chatted for a while about the car in general of course, but his thoughts just kept wandering to my paint job. Apparently he approved.
In this land of Detroit iron, where seemingly every other garage bay has some old Ford, Chevy, Muscle Car or whatever in it (how else do you find 40,000 collectible cars to cruise Woodward Avenue last Saturday?) I would guess my garage is somewhat of an anomaly--just like all of yours.
I've been admired and inquired over the years on the road, at a stop light, at a gas station--but
never with a knock on the door!
Don't know whether to close the door, or move the Flex for a better view!
