Sometimes you have to just say ‘What the Fig’

Of course, that is a cheesy rip-off from Tom Cruise in his buck teeth days. Starring in that wonderfully wholesome coming-of-age movie with Rebecca De Mornay as a prostitute called Risky Business.

I was having just one of those days. A long list of stuff that must get done, which means none of it will. Tired of looking at the inside of the house as the dark of January cast a shadow over everything. Piles of stuff I have to clear off the dining room table before Nancy gets back from two weeks abroad. I want to write, but not in the mood for a two thousand-word post all chocked full of meaning and cleverness.

Then the sun burned off about noon and I saw that wonder azure sky that put a smile on my face. It was clearly a day to say ‘What the Fig.’ Namely, the Nissan Figaro. I put the original tires and wheels back on her. Although the 14-inch wheels handle a lot better, the old 12″ tires give it that quirky cartoon look. It should be in a Shriner parade.

Although I did have to swap out the license plate recently. Seems like the state screwed up and issued the matching plate I previously had to another car on the coast. I was getting their toll tickets for a bridge in Seattle.

Drove out to the parking lot at the Saltese Flats Wetland conservation area with all of those cool trails and views that abut up to our neighborhood. Just soaked in all of the sun and let the Figgy warm up from napping the last two months.

Eyeballed a redtail hawk looking for a snack.

Took a drive up to Wiseman’s neighborhood to see how people on the hill were living.

And then just drove around and made people smile. Lots of waving to strangers, as always. Long stares trying to figure out what the Figgy is. Lots of people pulling out their phones for a quick picture. This is the ultimate therapy car. Makes me smile ear to ear whenever I drive it without a purpose.

Of course me in an unscripted video. Just happy to be outside for the day.

And there you go. Finally, a post that you don’t have to think about. Just Dave doing his thing. A post with no point that’s a two-minute read.