cazalea[Seiko Moderator]
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A White Van Man Around the Harbourside, Part 11
If you have been following along on the first 10 episodes of my tale, you will know I got a free "useful vehicle" rental as part of the lease on my fun, but marginally-useful Fiat 500e. We started out expecting to go to Arizona in a shiny new Mustang convertible. Upon being offered a well-worn rental with black paint, black top, black interior, we changed our minds and went for the total opposite - a White RAM Promaster City Van. And I assumed the guise of a White Van Man (see episodes 1-10 for details). We started out heading East, to the desert, but illness put an end to the Arizona plans.
In this next-to-the-last installment, we drove about the city, especially the harbor, looking for places where a White Van Man might fit in.
Outside the Library, we found this Ford-driving White Van Man whose company didn't even provide him with rear windows.
Or a good radio, seeing he's wearing headphones. Or a lecture on not smoking, as there's a fag drooping from his lower lip. Perfect!
Lots of white marine scenery here ...
I know, but it has white stripes! And who wouldn't want to have a fire truck as well as a White Van?
Small harbor cruise ships that receive catering and drinks for their dinner dance cruise, right out of the back of White Vans like mine.
Checking the clipboard for the next delivery address!
Waiting as the goods are transferred to the
Star of India, the oldest iron-hulled sailing ship afloat and still in action.
The
Midway, longest-serving aircraft carrier in the US Naval fleet, now a museum.
A couple big old train engines, waiting for passengers and to pick up their replenishment for the bar car.
I don't know what goes on in here and you don't want to know either. Note the fence. The guards were wondering whether to tell me to clear off, or what?
In keeping with my earlier report on the over-signage of 21st Century America, the Navy is doing its part. We didn't bother to stop at the Pass & Identification Office.
Our local City Transportation department is sign-crazy too. Here I can do No right, no U, no blocking, and to get a Burger King Whopper I must yield to oncoming traffic. Not sure if I go can straight - it doesn't say.
I wouldn't be embarrassed to see this little van outside my house. If nothing else, you can tell the neighbors that you have a handyman living in the spare room; a reclusive cousin down on his luck, etc.
We went to the mall, and when we came out of the store, there was an orange Fiat 500e like ours. But we don't have silly eyelashes, or a glass rooftop.
And finally, here's another curious White Van Man checking us out. His van said "On Time Transportation" on the side.
I dunno. Can I bear to give this White Van back?
Cazalea