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As
of my last Rant, I had just vindicated myself in the eyes of Sunnyvale;
all my cars that were visible from the street were drivable, registered
and insured (including the Riley, under a cover and in the car port).
This sense of well-being
lasted for two days, but I saw it coming. The day after my personal Code
enforcement officer had deemed me compliant, I had retrieved the ex-Allen
Dubberley Texas pipe trailer from it's secret hiding place near Watsonville.
Within hours of having this behemoth parked in front of our house, my reality-challenged
neighbor was back at it again, taking pictures of the trailer prior to
me loading the Europa on to it to go to the Track Day.
This went on for two days,
one picture in the morning, one again in the afternoon. By the second day
she suspected I may be on to her, so she began employing some very crafty
stealth surveillance techniques such as walking down the other side of
the street and then crossing over, or having her preschool-age son walk
down and take a picture, and then run home.
I was largely amused by
all of this, that is until the cops arrived as I was loading up the Europa.
Correction, the cops arrived as I was frantically mopping up 5 gallons
of gasoline that had dumped out when the gas tank drain plug was torn out
as the Europa fell off the trailer. Lucky for me, this disaster escaped
being captured on film or I'm sure it'd end up on America's Most Stupid
Car Guys. And now you know why I didn't make it to the last Track Day.
But back to the cops. Turns
out that commercial vehicles (such as the trailer) may only be parked
on a Sunnyvale street for 72 hours. Thankfully Mrs. Nutball was aware of
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thorities
before I transgressed into child slavery.
So
if excessive trailer parking were my only crime this would have been over
& done with in a jiffy, but it turns out that I was also "Racing the
Europa up and down the street, creating excessive noise and with expired
registration". Once I stopped laughing at the incredulity of her
baseless claims I started the Europa so the police could verify that it
was in fact, very quiet. The registration and insurance were shown to be
current and accuate, and the matter was closed.
Once
again, all was quiet for about a week, till one morning there was a familiar
knock at the front door. My personal Code enforcement officer was there
to deliver a complaint about the Riley being on jackstands (in carport,
under cover). This time however, since he had just seen this car
drive around the block not two weeks prior, Nancy convinced him of
the importance of preventing bias-ply tires from getting flat spots by
keeping them off the ground. Case closed.
We'll
see how long this lasts.
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