Posts Tagged ‘Tacoma’

THEY’DSC_0093RE museum pieces now. Badged, chromed, finned, gas-guzzling monsters that had their heyday more than half a century ago.

Silky curves, streamlined tails and rocket motifs sold the notion of cars taking journeys to the future.

Symbols of speed, agility and aggression advertised what was under the hood. Sleek styling and ornamentation offered distinctive personality – and form always trumped function if it looked good.

There’s a n13552617634_1140f44a5b_mostalgic pull towards vehicles like these. The open road with the wind in your hair is all very well……but there are no airbags or power-steering and you can forget sat-nav and the million-and-one other improvements that come as standard on modern vehicle.

Not to mention their dire fuel economy. Think about it. Would you really like a gas guzzler that does only 6-7 mpg? You would? Me too, though in another half century these vehicles may come to symbolize a shallow, destructive culture – if they don’t already.

The LeMay muse13567411383_56369cfd8d_mum is a pistonhead’s dream and even if you don’t count yourself as one of those there’s plenty to absorb.

The history of the car is part of all our lives and with 350 examples on display the context of their evolution is brilliantly told.

Sun, sea, sand and seals

Posted: August 17, 2010 in Travel
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Day Two: Fishing off the beach at Point Defiance was a rub out. Not a single bite in six hours, Not so much as a nibble. The only thing I caught was kelp.

Not that it mattered. The whiff of the sea, warm sunshine and spectacular scenery made fishing incidental to the enjoyment. It was enough to give purpose to the day without requiring so much effort it became an endeavor.

We’d walked along the beach to a place called the Banks with high walls of crumbling sandy soil giving way to a steep trough at the water’s edge. It was in these deep waters that, supposedly, the fish would be congregating.

The presence of seals should, perhaps, have told us, that the fish wouldn’t be hanging around. But who cares? Watching these marine masters languorously roll through the water, bobbing their heads through the waves, was entertainment aplenty.

Across the course of the day we saw only a handful of people on the beach – it seemed like all of Tacoma had taken to the water; floating gin palaces, wind-in-the-hair speedboats, utility fishing rigs, all kinds of craft and at all kinds of prices.

If I lived here mine would have to be a sailing boat. Nothing too big, or elaborate, but just enough to feel the wind through the sheets and hear the water burbling under the hull. Bliss.

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beach viewIt’s Friday the 13th (yikes) and we’re just doing final checks before heading out to the airport.

Fingers crossed we’ll be touching down at Sea-Tac early this evening. The flight’s around 10 hours but when you factor in the time it takes to get to the airport and the required couple of hours to get processed it makes for a long day.

We’re travelling cattle class, but it doesn’t do to complain too much. Last year we visited Fort Nisqually in Point Defiance Park. Those first settlers really had it tough!

Imagine making a hazardous, months-long sea voyage and then having to build your accommodation when you arrive. Kind of puts things in perspective.

Then again…they didn’t have to put up with small children kicking the back of their seat. I guess the answer is to kick back and enjoy the flight.

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