Today was the seventh day in a row that I've hiked up my street, to the top. Andy's War On Fat.
It's a pretty good workout, the hill is steep.

This morning I took my walk. On the the way up the hill I was focused on my burning calves and shins,
not paying any attention to anything around me, just focused on the top of the street. After I got there,
I took about thirty seconds to rest and have a swig from my water bottle, then I headed back down.

After the trudge up the hill, the walk down is nothing. So now I'm walking down, doopty doo,
looking around, beautiful cool, clear morning and I see a black on black MIB car, I can't tell if it's a Ford or Chevy,
with NO LICENSE PLATES! It has the blacked-out spotlights, but no detectable antennae, as you see on a cop car.

I liven my step and get home quick as I can, formulating
my plan on the way.

I ran in the house, grabbed my camera, remembered the batteries were weak, changed the batteries,
grabbed a small muffin TB and went out to my car.
I drove up the hill while tuning on my camera and opening my window.

As I approached the car I stuck my camera out the window and got this:



Then as I idled by I shot this:



I went to the next street, u-turned in the intersection and drove back down my street, as I lowered my passenger window.
As I approached the death-wagon I tossed the TB out the window, as I went past the car I looked into
my right mirror and saw the TB roll right under the car!

Went back home and parked my car. As I put the key in the lock to lock my car, I heard an airplane overhead.
(hearing aids working good today!)
I scanned the sky and saw a light plane pulling a huge banner. My camera was in-hand,
so I turned it on and got this shot :



Then I turned off my camera and turned to pull my keys from
my car door and I heard/saw a car coming down the street.
It's the BLACK CAR!!! I quickly slip my camera behind me,
I'm leaned back against my car door, camera against the window. I quickly looked away from the car to appear more
oblivious,
so as not to appear to be staring at them. As soon as they
go by I whip my camera around, fumbling to turn it on and get a shot of them driving away. My old digital camera
doesn't come-up very quick and all I got was this:



I didn't get a good look at the people in the car.
The windshield was awash in glare and I was a little freaked-out. Here's the odd part;
I don't remember seeing anyone with my eyes, but I have
an image in my head of a curley-haired blonde woman driving
and a young, teen boy, passenger.

I ran in the house, uploaded the pics and wrote this report.

Cheers,

Andy

[Updated on: Sat, 08 October 2005 15:30]