Modernist houses and sports cars
Today we departed Bridgewater for Lincoln Massachusetts, a tony suburb of Boston. We planned to continue “driveway camping” for one last night at a friend’s house.
The drive up the infamous Rt 128 around Boston wasn’t bad, thanks to good weather and moderate traffic. But our friend in Lincoln lived on an impossibly hilly lot, with hardly any place for us to park. We tried to squeeze Vintage Thunder through a narrow gap in a stone wall, but after 4 attempts we gave up. Then we tried another spot between an apple tree and a pine tree. This resulted in a bit of paint on the streetside of Vintage Thunder coming off … another failure.
Finally, we prevailed on a neighbor who had a bit of a flat spot on his driveway, and that’s where we ended up. In the garage beside us is a collection of classic sports cars, including a few MGs, a Porsche 911, and probably quite a few others that I didn’t get a chance to see. Not a bad spot for camping, either – free electric hookup from our host, and it’s pleasant and quiet here.
The reason we came to Lincoln was to tour some of the modernist houses in this area. Walter Gropius, the father of the Bauhaus movement lived here for over 30 years, and we were privileged to get a private tour of his former residence by a member of Historic New England. Modernist houses are fascinating, functional, and space-efficient – much like Airstreams.
I am tallying up the impact of our 1200 mile tow. There’s remarkably little to fix. Some of the trim near the refrigerator could use a few more screws, and one screw in the bathroom has backed out. We also need to refasten a bit of the hull liner under the bed. Other than that, Vintage Thunder is in excellent condition. But why should I have expected anything else?