This is the Calypso Couple’s first foray into Puerto Escondido summer. The reports that from mid-May to mid-September Puerto is hot and humid appear accurate. It is hot here right now. My desk temperature gauge reports 82.6 F/28.1 C at 6 AM.
For the last few days the temperature has not been below 80 F/26.67 C in our living room.
Being that we have not been in temperatures below 65 F for many months now, we are acclimated to heat. But it is starting to get a bit uncomfortable; kind of bogging us down – ratcheting down from a pretty slow paced normally.
We never planned to live here full time; recently we have been considering it – including modifying a room in the beach casa that would be sealed and air conditioned. But that is little more than a dream right now. Now we are thinking about heading north perhaps sooner than later.
In the mean time I am reading a book on the benefits of magnesium, playing guitars and taking naps as the constant heat seems to play tricks with my sleeping schedule.
And I am spending a lot of time perusing Craigslist and Ebay, mostly for guitars. We start the U.S. buying spree well before hitting that soil. We already have shipments waiting for us in New Mexico and Las Vegas.
I have it on my mind to perhaps scale down my guitar inventory. Owning less things I think is an older person’s ambition. And a very ambitious undertaking for us, what with four living locations in two countries and three states. If you have been reading along then you know the guitar acquisitions are but a year old – it all started at the beginning of last year’s pre- U.S. buying spree.
Roughly speaking I purchased 9 guitars whence last in Las Vegas with the help of my son and sister-in-law. I also purchased a couple of amplifiers, cables, capos and enough strings to keep my guitars well strung for a few years. I have documented all my purchases on an Excel spread sheet – mostly to justify it to Anita. I am forever promising to sell something in order to justify buying something new – do you do this?
In fairness I have sold three of the guitars up to now – just selling my Martin Backpacker to a lucky soul here in Puerto the other day. So I think I am down to six guitars.
Recently I discovered a Taylor guitar that is touted as a hybrid wherein it is a multi-capable electric and acoustic strumming marvel. I should say in front I am a Taylor Guitar fan generally. In the current madness I have bought two Taylors and sold one.
Simple and Elegant – The Taylor T5z Hybrid
The thing about hybrids – cars withstanding – they usually fall into the jack-of-all-trades, master of none category. Take motorcycles for example. Enduro models are supposed to work both for dirt riding and street riding. They typically do both marginally. This trying to facilitate too many options in the guitar world has me nervous; and yet the prospect of not managing six or more guitars rather suits my current thinking.
Sell three or four of the current inventory of electrics and one of the remaining two acoustics would get me down to two, perhaps maximum three guitars to care and feed.
This would include selling my current go-to Taylor guitar and replacing it with this new Taylor hybrid. Can you feel my pain and confusion here? More on this soon.
But, speaking of hybrids and consumerism, I have family news. Julian our son just divesting himself from a very expensive Mercedes roadster to a saner Chevrolet Volt – a slick hybrid. Wow were we surprised. Our son has actually turned the corner on owning expensive gas guzzler cars a full 5 years ahead of his father’s example.
Julian’s New Car
We tried to instill wisdom on the advantages of real estate and the disadvantages of expensive car ownership early on in his life. I have a laundry list of expensive cars I purchased into my early thirties. Julian is 24, soon to be 25.
1967 was the last year Carroll Shelby made his famous Shelby Cobra cars; from there on Ford produced his cars.
My 1967 GT500 Shelby Cobra
Summer of ’66 I spent a good part of it on the road with Johnny Rivers touring America and making some serious money. When the new 1967 models started to roll out at the end of the summer of ’66 I had spotted a wondrous British Racing Green fastback GT500 Shelby Cobra in the showroom of Galpin Ford in the San Fernando Valley.
With my jeans stuffed with enough cash to buy said ferocious automobile I marched into Galpin Ford to get my car.
I kicked its tires and ran my hand along its fine lines, finally sitting in the driver’s seat. I grasped the steering wheel with both hands and conviction. At this point you could hear the loud clap of leather soles of big Florsheim shoes stomping across the showroom arriving at the door of the Cobra Mustang breathlessly a salesman demanded I GET OUT OF THE CAR! He was quite off put that this long haired hippie, perhaps even shoeless, I cannot remember, would be anywhere near this fine, expensive driving machine.
Angry at this profiling me as a poor vagrant like hippie I slowly removed myself from the car and left the showroom.
In the parking lot was a Mexican hombre washing cars along the front line of rows and rows of new cars. I approached him explaining I wanted him to sell me that car, pointing to the Shelby in the showroom. You must understand he spoke no English and I no Spanish – but I made my point.
The MEXICAN started to go off and corral a salesman when I grabbed his arm (you could do that in those days) and took him inside asking to speak to the manager.
I had a bunch of the bills from my jeans in hand declaring I wanted to buy that race car over there. I had cash. And furthermore if this employee of Galpin did not receive the sales commission I WOULD NOT BUY THE CAR. No problem the manger assured me. He would see to it that the carwash attendant would receive the substantial commission – more than he would make normally in several months. I could see the fancy dressed sales man out of the corner of my eye watching in amazement.
You can bet he never shooed away another hippie in his sales career. And I received a Christmas card for the next ten years or so from that Mexican carwash attendant and his family.