RIP Harold 1981- 2008

The good news! I'm ok and escaped with no injuries. And everyone who drove past my car while 20 foot flames enveloped it is ok too.

But what a surreal day. I get to LAX from San Francisco at 10am. Get into the car at 1pm for a meeting in the Valley and at 1:30pm, I am at the Victory exit calling 911 to extinguish the car. Right at the tip of the exit.

I was quite calm while watching it. I'm really learning how your possessions can possess you and was quite relieved that I would not be taking that car in for another repair ever again.

The entire hood and engine has melted. My big pink car is gone. And now I am carless. I had no insurance to cover fire damage. And right now, no desire to own a car again.

It's going to be ok. I had been thinking for some time that I wanted to go carless. This car was a total money and time suck. And I guess the car has made its mind up for me. I shall live without a car in Los Angeles.

I'm already adding it up. Life without a car means no car insurance, no REPAIRS, no fuel, no parking, no AAA membership, no DMV registration costs, and absolutely no carbon footprint.

It will be tricky to get to auditions, meetings, and shows without a car. But I have friends who've been doing it for years. And my ass needs to get back on my bike.

Can I get a ride anyone?