»In which I had bad luck with cars.

Shuffling through filesystems past, I found this: a photograph from the (late) San Francisco Examiner showing the white whale, the Volvo waggon (a 240 GL) nicknamed Moby, which I drove for just about a year until it met its untimely demise as the fulcrum of a tree that laid itself down across Fell St. just in time for the evening rush-hour. This of course was when everyone driving home'ards from Silicon Valley came up 101 north to the Fell Street exit, and dispersed across the north part of San Francisco. Where was I? Drinking sangria around a long table at Timo's. Of course.