Another Cinco de Mayo, and a fond, if not bittersweet memory.
My middle son is so not into cars. All he cares is to turn the key and go. When anything goes wrong, he calls me. His life revolves around music; performing, jamming, listening, etc. You can find one of his many blog/zines on my sidebar. Warning! If you don’t like extreme black death metal, don’t go there.
In Denver on Cinco de Mayo, Federal Boulevard is blocked off for miles as the cars parade. Somehow, he managed to turn onto Federal one May 5th, and couldn’t get off. It was his normal route home from one of his hangouts (gigs, girlfriend, jam?). So, after five miles of stop and go, his clutch was fried in his Honda Civic.
He told me he tried several times to get off Federal, and the Denver Police wouldn’t let him. I can just visualize the scene. A 6’2”, bearded long hair, whiter than white berzerker, wearing an inflammatory black T-shirt, in a dirty beat up Honda, in the middle of a Mexican parade! Glad he, and the parade participants, escaped with just a bad clutch. Could have been a riot.
2 comments:
Ouch, and one wonders HOWINTHEHELL did he get ON the parade route???
Knowing him, he was playing a rift in his head and drove right past the barricades. Love him like a son but........
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