Outside Tienda Inglesa. Late in the season. From Heilbronn, Baden-Württemberg.
The day before, in exactly the same location, were two, equally if not more imposing, in a matching drab green military-type color. I didn’t have my phone to take a picture. It was quite a sight.
Suddenly, in front of Syd and Gundy’s twice-reroofed-and-sided no-design neighbors’ house, an immaculate 1980s Mercedes 450SL. One of many curiosities swirling about the beginning of this strange new year.
A little electrical thing we hear whining by on a fairly regular basis. How does it survive potholes (pozos) in the roads? It looks like it’s ready to fall over, standing still.
Eight years ago (can it be?) I started walking our dog with Syd and his five, in a wonderful wide-open setting that involves driving a few kilometers. It quickly became clear that the back of the folded-down rear seat was not designed to support a dog, so I glued some old door mats to a scrap of thin plywood and have been using it to doggify the vehicle ever since (removing it to accommodate biped passengers I call de-doggifying).
Somehow recently I got the idea I could do better. Got the lumberyard to cut to fit a piece of MDF (medium density fiberboard) which I sealed with various products that have been sitting on a shelf in my workshop for years, used the last of a caulk tube of glue to attach new doormats (felpudos) ordered from Mercado Libre, and voilà.