Burbank Alamo, for reasons of their own, decided to rent me this Cadillac. Maybe they were out of compacts. Oddly, for this trip I had hastily grabbed a CD from my car on the way to the airport — Foghat’s Greatest Hits. Packed with enough classic rock to get the Caddy down the Ventura Freeway to Pasadena.
Would never have thought the two go together — luxury auto and 70s rock — but since Led Zep Rock ‘n’ Roll powers the commericals, I get the surprising message: this kind of car is supposed to be for me now.
Next day, I had a couple hours between show and airport. Took a ride up Mulholland Dr, because…why not? Maybe a better freeway car but I wanted to see the view from the hill.
Wound up at a Pinkberry on Ventura Boulevard, snacking on tart fro-yo there at a tiny table between the man with $800 loafers and the lady who maybe inspired the book “When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple”. That’s L.A. and that’s okay.