Thread: Ramblings From The USA - 1

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Sunday 30th August.

Another late start at around 9:00…not entirely my lot’s problem this time.
There was a vet in a unit three of four down from us, driving an AMC Eagle, which he’d managed to set afire. He’d got it out before the car was terminal, but was stuck here waiting for parts.
And I got to hear all about it…he was as hard to get rid of as dog-shit on your shoe.
Okay mate, so you’ve got problems, but they’re yours, not mine; I’m thousands of miles from home…can’t even offer to give you the loan of an imperial crescent spanner or a left-handed screw-driver.

Away at last…first stop was a memorial to Loretta Lynn, I think the village itself was called Dickson, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even though it was a tourist get-‘em-in-and-gut-‘em trap…and yep; I spent more than I intended.
But it was all on stuff that will give me pleasure in the years to come.

Carry on to Nashville and the Musicians’ Hall of Fame and Museum, 401 Gay St.
And it’s closed on Sundays.
Never mind; I know one place that’s not: the Lane Motor Museum 702 Murfreesboro Pike…and it wasn’t.
Well worth the entry fee…we spent nearly three hours there…a lot of the cars on display are ‘unusual/different’, f’rinstace a Vespa (of scooter fame,) car…I knew they’d made one in the early fifties, but had never seen even a photo of one…several examples of the Czechoslovakian Tatra, cars I’ve only ever seen in books.
Even a replica 1933 Dymaxion.
Loved it.
Highly recommended.
And we didn’t get to see it all! The man told me that there was another tour of the garage…which holds another 300 or so cars! Nah…I’m about carred out for today.

We ate before we went there, at a place called Piccadilly Cafeteria, where I saw a new (to me,) slant on buffet dining. You moved down the serving line with your tray, chose what you wanted to eat, it was then served to you in a separate plate in prepoportioned portions…if you wanted more it was served in another plate…and you paid more for it at the end of the line.
Which stopped the greedy buggers from piling their plates high.
If you want to get greedy; you pay.

We’re now overnighting here for two nights, (the children are complaining about the pace,) in a Super 8 at 709 Spence Lane.


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