Hi! While I am a year-round resident of the city of Boston, some of you are not. To this point in my life, I had never watched the Head of the Charles and never really planned to do so because I always saw it as something that just caused Memorial Drive to get shut down and made it a pain in the ass to get into Cambridge on the weekend to go see my friends (or to get back into Boston to see my parents back in the days when I lived in Somerville). TL;DR I’m glad that I set my pride and prejudice aside to go check this out because it was pretty cool. It wasn’t people with sweaters tied about their shoulders casting aspersions down their noses from a lofty seating area or any such thing. Really, though, I was just there to check out Scouts and go home, but it wasn’t what I expected it was going to be like at all, and I was glad for that! I also got to meet @J Alynn and @R1TVT (they were kind enough to buy me a beer and some uncooked beef for dinner at a place of quality because I don’t seem to have a parasite, yay!) and some folks from Scout and that was pretty rad. No rides on the venue-provided Scout golf cart, though. Alas. Here are my snaps. Photography is not my talent.
This is the Traveler that almost ran down @J Alynn and made me shed a single tear because it made me feel extremely tiny, just like the family car Scoutsie used to make me feel when I’d look up at it scrambling into the back seat ~40 years ago. It is definitely not missing anything that’s obscured by a clumsily applied sticker of my cat, Dahlia, so never you mind.
Seats. You’ve never seen this shot before.
Back seats. You’ve never seen this one, either.
The goddamn tires were as tall as my goddamn cane and I wanted to make goddamn note of it.
Nothing to see here.
Car butt.
Thus concludes Day 0 photos. Onwards to Day 2, because I chose to be a weenie and oversleep for Day 1.
This is the Traveler that almost ran down @J Alynn and made me shed a single tear because it made me feel extremely tiny, just like the family car Scoutsie used to make me feel when I’d look up at it scrambling into the back seat ~40 years ago. It is definitely not missing anything that’s obscured by a clumsily applied sticker of my cat, Dahlia, so never you mind.
Seats. You’ve never seen this shot before.
Back seats. You’ve never seen this one, either.
The goddamn tires were as tall as my goddamn cane and I wanted to make goddamn note of it.
Nothing to see here.
Car butt.
Thus concludes Day 0 photos. Onwards to Day 2, because I chose to be a weenie and oversleep for Day 1.
