So, on my way back from town today I heard this tune, and it brought back some really good memories! Namely, driving an Olds 88 up the grade at dawn on CA-120 to Yosemite National Park... I was on a recon of the Valley, and it was my first visit to Yosemite as an adult (and a technical rock climber). I wasn't going to climb, I was just on a recon, but I was really excited about my visit, and while I was pulling the grade up toward the park, this Midnight Oil tune came on the radio... it was the PERFECT soundtrack for my ride! I was coming up out of the San Joaquin Valley, there was just enough light to see the road and the sun was not yet visible over the Sierras, though its light gave the mountains an aura! I cranked the stereo in the pimpwagon while rounding curves and switchbacks, it was AWESOME!!!
Midnight Oil
Again, I'm unable to post videos the way y'all do, all I can do is provide links, so bear with me... my inability to post videos may be due to the fact that I have my laptop ratcheted down on DuckDuckGo, and I don't wanna go back and "loosen it up" enough to be able to post videos, lol. Not being a tech-weenie, I might make things worse if I try to do that, so I'm just gonna post links. Those of you who are interested in the tunes I post can simply deal with it, lol. Anyway, ever since that glorious approach to Yosemite in the dawn hour, this song has reminded me of that very morning, and the primo Valley tour which followed so soon after I pulled the grade. It was a beautiful day, and I had all day to spend in the Valley, so I heartily enjoyed myself! While playing the tourist! I was locked & loaded with party materials too!
I should add that when I made this visit to Yosemite, I was actually in the process of delivering a car from Benicia, CA, to Coronado (San Diego), the Olds belonged to some friends who wanted to send the rig south so another family member could work on it, right? It leaked a quart of transmission fluid every 100 miles, so I had to stop and top off the tranny fluid every time I reached that interval, lol. No worries, I watched my odometer and dealt with the problem, trickling tranny fluid (NOT Bud Light!) the whole way, lol... doing my part to keep Kalifornia roads safe, don'tcha know? In all other respects, the pimpwagon worked just fine, and the leak was fixed once I delivered the car, but I told my friend I was gonna detour up into Yosemite on the way home, lol. That was a great trip, despite the stupid leak...
Meh, I was young and adventurous, and I dealt with the situation just because I wanted to see Yosemite Valley as an adult... my friend's dad bought an entire case of tranny fluid and put it in the trunk, just to make sure I made it back to San Diego, lol. The family member who ultimately fixed the car was an SDPD cop, lol. Moi, I just happened to be there when my friends needed the car shuttled down to Dago, so I volunteered for the mission, lol. I actually had a BLAST on the trip, rocking out in the Olds 88 and having a good time with some gal I met... a REAL good time, lol. That was a crazy trip! But in a good way! I look back on that whole scene and all I can say is that the Midnight Oil tune was like the theme song for the journey, lol. Meh, could've been worse... could've heard Barry Manilow while pulling the grade, LOL.
P.S. There were no time constraints on that trip, no schedule to follow, my schedule was my own... and I was rigged out with money too, so it was like a mini-vacation. I didn't drop off the car for something like 3 or 4 days, I even drove it around Coronado for a day or two upon my return, leaking tranny fluid the whole time, lol. Environmentally conscious, don'tcha know? More so than Al Gore, that's for sure, lol... and the pimpwagon was no worse than the wetback rigs that were driven in Dago every day by Tijuaneros and their brethren. I remember giving these two young gals a ride from downtown Coronado to one gal's home, only a matter of blocks but I knew one of the gals from working at the marina years earlier, aye? When they climbed into the Olds, I told 'em, "DON'T MIND THAT OPEN CONTAINER!"