Yesterday afternoon, while driving out of our dead-end 
apartment-on-the-water street, I came face to face with a wierd looking 
little car, a very tiny new-age auto style with a tiny street footprint, but 
also with an industiral style structure rising twice as tall from the car 
roof, a beautifully crafted black boxed tree branch scraping structure that 
looked as if it were an authoratative measuring device to check proper 
overhead road clearances for semi trailers.  Proceeding at a slow, evenly 
measured speed, this wierdly proportioned vehicle was right out of some 
B-movie mystery adventure space scene, either that or it was a geologist's 
device looking for oil.

As I got closer, it appeared to have external heavy duty GPS equipment, many 
antennas, and central to all, a collaboration of what looked like about a 
dozen large camera lenses mounted to point in all directions at once from a 
boxy disk at the very top of the roof-top tower.

On our single lane street, we met head on, face to face, my face open 
mouthed with awe, curiosity and amazement at this visionary structure.   As 
I gawked, the little car stopped right in front of me, did a quick U-turn, 
then exited back down the street at three times the speed of its arrival.  I 
felt as though I had scared an alien away from our secretly beautiful little 
dead-ended neighbourhood.

When I caught up with it at the stop light, a little sign on the door became 
visible:  "Google Street View".

So, when you look at Craigowan Road, Victoria, BC, the gawky face behind the 
wheel of the tan mini-van at the end of the block will be the one telling 
this tale.

cp in bc
(no in longer a private paradise) 

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