Tag Archives: Road Trip

Scenes on Sunday ~ New Mexico Snow

On the road, snow is glistening ~ loving the winter traveling…..

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

 

who would believe that it snows in the desert?

Songs on Saturday ~ December 1st

At Christmas, love the giver more than the gift.

The First of December is the beginning of my personal Christmas Season ~ others may begin their own Christmas earlier, or if they follow older traditions will not begin to celebrate Yule until December 21st.  The end of Yuletide is January 1st, and here in England the traditional end of Christmas is 12th Night, which falls on January 5th.

Anyone with the spirit of Christmas / Yule in their heart will have their own seasonal traditions, one of mine is that my Christmas playlist comes into force today ~ my computerised music system really only plays festive songs between now and 12th night.

This is one of my favourite festive tunes ~ it reminds me that not everyone looks forward to Christmas.

Please listen with joy and compassion in your heart.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

snow in the high desert,

New Mexico

 

Cars, and Planes, and Trains

It’s very nice to go travelling, but it’s so much nicer to travel home.

Actually no it isn’t.  In comparison to warm and sunny Orange County, the North of England in late November is bleak, boring, grey, and bloody cold, even down at my favourite boat on the marina it’s miserable today.  And it’s a pretty long journey to get back here from where I was staying with my friend.

  • Leave my friend at 04:00 Pacific Time on Monday 19th November.
  • Uber to John Wayne Airport.
  • Take off from John Wayne at 07:00.
  • Flight to Dallas Fort Worth     2hrs 35
  • Land DFW at 11:35 Central Time (2 hours time change).
  • Take off DFW at 15:15 for London Heathrow, a flight of 9hrs 00, (benefiting from a 125mph tail wind over the Atlantic).
  • Land London Heathrow at 06:15 GMT on November 20th (6 hours time change).
  •  Leave LHR for Newcastle upon Tyne at 09:45 GMT, a flight of 1hrs 15
  • Arrive NCL at 11:00
  • Leave Newcastle Airport by Metro Subway for Newcastle Central Rail Station at 12:40 GMT
  • Arrive back at the garret at 14:30 GMT on Monday 20th of November.

Total journey time of 26hrs 30min.  Time in the air 12hrs 50min.

It’s about 5,500 miles from SoCal to the North of England, all in all, and from 38,000 feet you damn well know the world is round when you look out of the aircraft windows.

Some say that it’s excitement and adventure that keeps a man alive.  And, that when you can’t be bothered to go travelling, you may as well just curl up and die.  All I know is that I loved every damn minute of my latest trip ~ maybe the best trip ever.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

much on New Mexico is Indian land

(is one allowed to say that?)

 

Santa Fe Trail

‘the trail to Santa Fe means eradicating the Kiowa and the Comanche’

shot from the car on the Road to Santa Fe

Went to Santa Fe in New Mexico ~ change scene to Classic Western movie starring Errol Flynn, Olivia de Havilland, and Ronald Reagan as General George Armstrong Custer.  And nope, it wasn’t anything like that at all.

For a start it was snowing, and that made it more like a Clint Eastwood nihilistic spaghetti western.  Then we had lunch in the coolest New Mexico menu restaurant, which was full of sexy chi-chi women.  And after that I took in the Georgia O’Keeffe art museum, which was all about weird multi-million dollar paintings.

O’Keeffe’s work is ostensibly of flowers, but trust me, most of her paintings spoke to me of abstract images of female genitalia.  Weird.

The girl riding shotgun and I wandered around a few art galleries too.  Either Santa Fe NM is a seriously wealthy town, or seriously wealthy people go there to buy art.

All in all I like Santa Fe, even if it is more Clint Eastwood and Georgia O’Keeffe than Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland.  An almost accidental little road trip, with an accidentally great result.

Just another confirmation that I’m suddenly living the good life.

Some say that great art is not meant to be understood.  And that what you see in a painting is merely a reflection of your own subconscious mind.  All I know is that flowers really are sexual organs.

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Scenes on Sunday – California

I’m just a staid English guy being cool in Orange County

Today I am in sunny Orange County, where it’s still a balmy 80 degrees.  I like California, it might just be the nicest crazy place I know.

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Wednesday I fly out to New Mexico

at least I’ll be staying at a cool hotel

Scenes on Sunday ~ Desert Beauty

The desert holds its harsh beauty close in secret silences.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

in the desert there is no sense of scale

this natural rock stack is about sixty-feet tall

and some see strange things in these rocks

 

Road Trip Eclipsed

If you’re always looking back, how can you see the road in front of you.

talking

and laughing

towns passing by

sharing quiet intimacy

marvelling at the scenery

enjoying long roads’ rhythms

discovering unknown real America

driving through the country no one sees

California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming

witnessing the marvel of a dark sun at noontime

knowing those uplifting moments will be long gone

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Marmaduke really likes road trips

and so do I

Scenes on Sunday ~ Dramatic Clouds

There are no rules of architecture for a castle built in the clouds.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I heard their evils sounds

as they all tried to clip my wings

and keep my feet back on the ground

I don’t care, I’ve already burned my bridges

so don’t even look for me, I won’t ever be around

Scenes on Sunday ~ California Beaches

If you like sand dunes and salty air, dream of me and I’ll be there.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

I wish they could all be California Girls Beaches

 

If you can’t be happy in California, you can’t be happy anywhere

The Fastest Car In The World

Some days you don’t want to be just a number anymore.

The Lotus / Caterham 7 is the fastest A to B car in the world.  Nine times out of ten a well-sorted 7 will get you to a destination a couple of hundred miles away even faster than a powerful motorcycle.  The only car that can come close to a 7 is a Porsche 911, but take one of those on an LA freeway and the gaps in traffic just aren’t big enough to make real progress ~ without you getting killed or caught.

A Lotus / Caterham Seven is SMALL.  You don’t turn the steering wheel, press the gas pedal, or reach down to change gear ~ you think the little car into gaps in traffic.  By the time you have had a conscious thought you are already a few hundred yards down the road.  A Seven is an extension of your mind, not an extension of your body ~ and for a guy a 7 is not an extension of your penis like a Porsche.

Both a Porsche and a well-sorted 7 will get you from rest to 60 miles and hour in a little under 4 seconds, but in any car other than a Seven you will need an open road, free of traffic, to make the most of that car’s savage acceleration.  In a Lotus / Caterham 7 you can just about ignore traffic ~ if you are brave enough, and if you are good enough.  And, you have no business sitting in the driver’s seat of a seven if you are not brave.

I don’t mean stupidly brave like motorcycle owners who are always just one tiny mistake from serious injury, or death.  Transplant surgeons love it when it rains, because they know there will be a motorcycle accident and they they will have some spare parts soon.

Brave in a Lotus / Caterham 7 means being who you truly are, embracing freedom, throwing away your ‘stand-in-line’ mentality, and becoming one with the moment.

Many women will not sit in the passenger seat of a Seven more than once.  They find the entire experience too visceral, too powerfully emotive, too fucking damn frightening.  Finding a girl to ride shotgun on a long road trip in a Seven isn’t an easy thing to do ~ but then what real man wants the first women they meet at a bar?  If you drive a Seven it’s going to take patience and time to find The Girl Riding Shotgun.

Anyway, if you are a real man you will have built your Seven yourself, and that takes time and patience too.  And if you drive hard, with the top down, (which is the only true way to drive a 7), then she can’t talk with you anyway~ it’s just too damn noisy.  The harsh bark of the side exhaust is overpowered by the flat roar from the Weber carburettors.  There is wind noise around the side-screens, tyre roar, and probably transmission whine.

There are some other things about a 7 most ordinary women don’t like.  It’s tiny, she’s sitting with her ass less than a foot from the road underneath, her hair is going to get blown about, every time you reach down to change gears you’re going to touch her leg, there’s limited luggage space, and when she gets out she’s got to be fucking damn careful not to burn her leg on the side exhaust, (if you’re driving a European spec car).

But real women, women who are not afraid of their own feelings will love a Caterham / Lotus 7.

Some say that they’re not a number, that they are a free man.  And, that they will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, numbered, and made to stand in line.  All I know is that of you drive a Seven you can do anything, as long as it’s what you want.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Me and my Seven.

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