About 4 years ago I started this blog after my car towed when I was in Allston in Boston. I had to call my Dad and tell him my car was towed by Robert's in Boston. My Dad happens to know Robert, but it was a little too late at night, and the friendship a little too distant.
I called Robert's to find out about my car. It was there alright. I asked them where Robert's was, and they told me Gudislav Street in Brighton, or at least that's what the I interpreted the Russian accent on the other side of the phone as saying. I was on google maps while on the phone with them, and that street did not exist.
"Gudislav Street?" I asked.
"Gudinav" Was the garbled response. Didn't exist.
"Gudinav?" I asked again
"GOODINUF" Was the increasingly agitated response. Still wasn't on the map.
"You Sure?" I knew they were sure, but I wanted to change the question up.
Yes " Click.
Goodenough. My car was towed to Goodenough street. That's a really weird and somewhat insulting street name to have your car trapped on. But, I parked somewhere I shouldn't have. My Dad was bullshitted at me, despite his own spotty driving record. Having to call him meant a very painful swallowing of pride I hoped I would never have to do again.
Four years later, it's November 2012, and I'm in Boston for work. I'm staying at my friend's house in Allston, not far from where I was four years ago. In the morning I walk out to his parking lot, and my car is gone, just gone. My heart sinks. Robert's towing got it. It's on Goodenough street. I have to call my Dad.
Here's to four more years of pictures, stories, and creating disasters in my life.
At The Tow Yard
At The Tow Yard 2