29 09 2012

Route 24 North is wide but not very long.  It runs from the outer ring road around Boston, Rt. 495, to the inner ring, Rt. 128.  I was driving North from the undisclosed location of our Shaolin training camp on Cape Cod.

I should have stopped to evaluate a roof on the garage of the summer house of the mysterious Helen of Cambridge, but was daunted by the holiday traffic.

I had been driving slower in Clyde Barrow, my blue 1988 Toyota mini-truck.It felt like it wanted to go slow, which I chalked up to both of us being old and temperamental.

Chain Link                                                                                                                                                                                                    ElFin photo

So I made it past Brockton, where Rocky Marciano, Marvin Hagler, and Robbie Sims learned to be pugnacious, and the drivers wherefrom who clearly felt driven to drive combatively.  I was approaching the northern terminus of 24, and had passed the sign indicating the split. Read the rest of this entry »





Boston Driver’s Notebook 4/1/12

29 03 2012
     

Wareham Harbor

It’s a good truck that will get you home before it gives out.  It was a windy October day that I went to Wareham to put up a gutter at the small beach house of the mysterious Helen of Cambridge.  I caught a radio traffic report that predicted an extremely slow drive from the entrance to Rt. 93 N at the junction of Rtes. 3 and 128 in Braintree all the way to downtown Boston, where traffic wasn’t moving at all.  The report was accurate enough.  I finally escaped at Leverett circle where I picked up Rt. 38, the McRoadRage at Lechmere just past the Science Museum.

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Boston Driver’s Notebook 2/15/11

16 02 2011

While in Vermont I had noticed the exhaust leaking from a galaxy of pinholes and bad seals.  It was easier to see the leaks when it was 20 below zero, and the condensation from the long drive upcountry was just burning off .  Now that I was back in Somerville, MA, we were in the process of being hit with a foot of snow every Wednesday in January.

Buried Again

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