Mid-Life Climate Change

I have heard it said that when a man reaches middle age he may do one of three things:

1) Get all weepy watching chick flicks.

2) Find a new girlfriend or wife.

3) Buy a sports car or motorcycle.


I try not to cry at chick flicks. I would like to keep Mrs. Chaos. I opted for number three.

This is a 1964 Porsche 356C. Early in the summer I saw it listed on craigslist and ever since I have been negotiating with the owner for a lower price. Today he relented. So, I got out the check book.

Mrs. Chaos was helpful and supportive. You see, she knows about the three options, and she doesn't like me crying at the movies.

I took the old Porsche up to Hatcher's Pass. The car rode smooth, straight, and strong, with no rattles. Although the mechanicals need sorting and is due an interior and exterior refresh, I think I will be happy.

Oh, the sun is out at higher altitudes now but I don't think it will last long. Poor Scintilla is working today. By the time he gets out he will be in the schlock again.