Twins

When we went to bed last night our plan was to go for a bike ride on our sin­gle bikes and then get some break­fast at the Atlanta Bread Com­pany. But this morn­ing when we got up I sug­gested an alter­na­tive, eat at home and get in an early morn­ing walk in Hitch­cock Woods. We had a lovely 4.6 mile walk and had the woods nearly to our­selves. As a bonus the Kalmia were bloom­ing nicely.

Later in the morn­ing, swap­ping Miata for Sonata, we went out dri­ving around the backs of local shop­ping cen­ters try­ing to locate where I took the header image of this blog. I wanted to use the same wall and take a pic­ture of the Pur­ple Whale in front of it and rotate the two images. The one place I was sure was it, either wasn’t it or they had cleaned up and repainted the wall. Oh well. Later on we did find this cool blue wall and I may try and make it work.

For Sun­day lunch we headed over to Fire­house Subs and as I pulled into a spot in front I noticed through the win­dow a decent sized group of adults at a table. Almost in uni­son they turned and watched us park. I thought, gee, I know this a sharp look­ing car, but hadn’t any­one ever seen one before? When we entered the store the adults, mostly dressed in the same color scheme, had gone back to their subs and in the back of the din­ing area sat about a dozen 12 to 13-year old boys in base­ball uni­forms. There must be a tour­na­ment over at Cit­i­zens Field and they were eat­ing lunch between games.

As we sat in our usual spot, the counter look­ing out over the park­ing lot, I real­ized why the adults all watched as we pulled in, a row over and two spots past where we parked, was an Indigo Blue Pearl Hyundai Sonata, with a dealer tag on the back. One of those folks recently bought an iden­ti­cal look­ing car to ours. Theirs was the Turbo Lim­ited, so the only exte­rior dif­fer­ence was the 2.0T & Lim­ited badge on the right side of the trunk.

After a while the kids were done eat­ing and they all headed out­side to wait on their par­ents. One of the kids walked over to our car and opened up the back door. I hadn’t locked the door because I nor­mally don’t and I still haven’t got­ten used to the whole radio fob in the pocket rou­tine. Donna perked right up because her purse was on the floor of the back seat. She said aloud to me and the group of par­ents, “Get that kid out of our car.” I jumped up and opened the restau­rant door and said to him, “That’s not your car. That’s your car!”, while point­ing at the other Sonata. Poor kid, I think he was a lit­tle con­fused when he opened the door and didn’t see the stuff he was expect­ing to see in there. He was pretty embar­rassed about it.

As a side note, I won­der if they asked per­mis­sion to use the logos on their base­ball uni­forms from Major League Base­ball? The were from Colum­bia County in Geor­gia and they called them­selves the Mud­cats. The C on the caps with a cat­fish inside, the let­ter­ing of Mud­cats on the jer­seys and the color scheme was iden­ti­cal to the uni­forms of the Double-A affil­i­ate of the Cincin­nati Reds in Zebu­lon, NC, the Car­olina Mud­cats.