Took the subway to the 4th District, got out, and started roaming around. Pretty empty on Sundays, the streets are.... but there are a few places open where you can have lunch and / or a beer.
Then I roamed into the 5th, then took the subway again to the 10th, where I roamed around a lot. Then a couple of more subways (!) and finally I ended up at the Cafe Rudigerhof.
Here's some of what I saw:
Not something you see every day: An Auto-Union 1000.
No longer satisfied with being a mere tourist, I bought an Audi dealership.
Come on in sometime and I'll make you a real "John X" deal! Nobody beats our prices.
Then I strolled over to the Hell's Angels HQ. I helped the boys out a bit with some friendly advice: "Guys, it's 'Hell apostrophe s Angels', and 'motorcycle club' is two words, not one." That done, I convinced one of the guys to convert to Buddhism, convinced a second guy to "Stop equating your dick with your motorcycle----get rid of the Harley and buy a Vespa!" and suggested to a third guy that he'd be happier if he'd finally come out of the closet. My new friends thanked me with the traditional "Whacking of the New Guy with Pool Cues" and then we all had a beer together. Good times...good times.
At this park, the city provides these nice hammocks for the enjoyment of all.
There was sunbathing on a nearby grassy knoll.
There was sunbathing on a nearby grassy knoll.
Whacky street art: pasting the Big Bad Wolf's head onto a Ped-X sign.
And no, perv, the "ped" means pedestrian.
And no, perv, the "ped" means pedestrian.
Shady patio, and Red Cup-type people. Cafe Rudigerhof.
The legends tell of a mysterious man who casts a long, long shadow.
He goes by the name of John X, and he can spout the bullshit of five ordinary men.
1 comment:
John-- I had a 1957 DKW, the precursor of the Auto-Union 1000.
3 cylinder 2-cycle enginer. 70 bhp.
Rather nice. But I traded it for a Ford F-150 when I went to Utah for grad school. Howard
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