I am like George of a few weeks back, riding in a loaner as my car needed service so I drove down to “normie” Washington. Drove around Bellingham in the loaner. Bellingham is like a mini Portland. Big hippie vibes and related charm, some big money, and some people living in all kinds of flux, like they don’t give a flux. I hit up a couple thrifts and a big antique mall. Then mechanic said they should do my brakes, which I expected. So the ol’ RX 350 is gone for the night.