Thursday, November 3, 2011
There is a twenty mile (32 kilometer) stretch of highway between my house and the main highway to San Francisco that is inhabited principally by livestock, so naturally that is where I had my first tire failure of the twenty-first century the other day. Thankfully, said failure occurred by one of AT&T's rare cell towers in that area, so the inconvenience was limited to an hour with nothing to do but read and take photographs.
Navy flannel suit with pearl chalkstripes, a blue on white windowpane check shirt, navy cashmere necktie, paisley silk pocket square, silver hose and black cap toe oxfords. Perfect clothing for waiting until someone else can change the tire.