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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