Friday, September 6, 2013

The Truck Art Gallery Show in Sausalito was a success; no parking tickets.

Sausalito is a notorious town for parking tickets and I have run afoul of their system of hiding signs and charging enormous fines before. This time I had my art show on the truck for two consecutive 3 day runs at different spots and I did not violate their parking rules or get any tickets. Several people mixed and matched the letters on the truck and nothing fell off, which means I succeeded in mounting and presenting this batch of photo fresco work.

Next I loaded up the truck and did some reinforcements, then drove off to Davis California for another brief show on the streets of Davis around UCD, my daughter goes to school there. This was a much tougher drive and at 8mpg it's quite expensive. I lost one frame rather quickly, somewhere on the 101 heading north to Novato. This scared the shit out of me and as I pumped gas I walked around the truck and banged on the frames to make sure the ones that were left felt secure. The wind picked up through the afternoon and I kept turning as I drove to check the back of the truck and see if the remaining frames were coming loose. I got to Davis without losing any more pieces and got to show off my truck to my daughter and her college friends. I took a tour of the local area and headed back before it got too late.

In a way this felt like my own personal Burning Man trip, since I have never gotten around to going to that event and it just finished. Of course this is as far as I would have gotten had I tried to go there anyway. I made the trek back, gripping the whee the entire way and looking back over my shoulder every few seconds. The wind was stronger on the return trip and the road seemed bumpier, until I got to Marin, where the roads are like flying carpets, smooth and flowing. The roads in Marin make me feel like I'm flying as I glide over them avoiding the many police officers that are thankfully occupied giving tickets to others so that I could sneak by and get back to my shack. I made it back and the truck was still in one piece, so that was truly a success in many ways. I'm going to go out now and see if the truck starts and what cracks and chips occurred during this sojourn.

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