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September Saturday

There are few things more enjoyable than a Saturday in September, especially if you live in (or visit) Western North Carolina. Today was all warm sun and wind; almost no humidity; and a sky the color of “the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls”* that we only get in the fall when the faded chambray sky of summer is flooded with a fresh infusion of bright blue.

No one needed anything from me today, so I caught up with an old friend and we gave ourselves over to the enjoyment of a September Saturday. We started with lunch at the Apple Crate Cafe** in Waynesville–a charming little restaurant just off the main road, and brimming over with apples and angels in its decor. My friend and I both opted for a tuna melt and a side of baked potato salad, and were delighted to find RC Cola among the fountain drink choices. When you visit–and I hope you’ll do it soon–be sure to check out the restrooms (“hens” or “roosters,” depending on your equipment); they’re just as nice as the restaurant itself!

 

We ran a couple of errands and one of our stops netted me, unexpectedly, the particular Webkinz one of my nephews has tried to find for months. (His birthday is next week, so now I’m all set!) We went downtown  next, and I remembered how much I always enjoy my visits to Waynesville. It’s just half an hour west of Asheville, but like Hendersonville (see my last post), it’s a world away.

Stopped in at Vin Wine Bar on Church Street; talked to the owner and picked up some info on next Saturday’s excursion to the Rockhouse Winery in Tryon, NC. Vin hosts a ladies’ wine club that meets monthly, I believe, and this is a club-related outing (there are a few spaces left; call 828-452-6000 for more info).

Then it was on to Barber Orchard (2855 Old Balsam Rd. in Waynesville; 828-456-3598), which feels a little like driving into the past. The older part of the building is all field stone rockwork, with a newer shed and packing area built onto the side. A long line of old apple trees screens the view of Highwa 19-23, and the trees were loaded with a bumper crop of purple-red fruit that makes you wonder which old heirloom variety they might be. There are plenty of apples for sale at the moment, including Cortland, Honeycrisp, Gingergold, McIntosh, and Golden Delicious. Other produce included locally grown tomatoes, cantaloupe, field corn, white and red potatoes, squash, muscadines, and plums. Barber Orchard is also known for its fresh-baked apple cakes, apple fritters, cookies, pies, cider, and cider slushies–plus pickled okra, dilly beans, and more kinds of pickles and jams and preserves than you can shake the proverbial stick at. (When a Waynesville-dweller brings a Barber Orchard apple cake to a staff meeting or office potluck, co-workers have been known to fight over even the crumbs left on the plate!)

Two apple turnovers, a bottle of cider, a half-peck of Honeycrisps, a jar of pickled okra, and a sample of fresh cider later, my friend and I parted company and I headed home with the top down, the radio up, and a downright satisfied smile on my face at the September-ness of it all.

* I’ve been on an Al Stewart kick lately, and I have his 1976 classic “Year of the Cat” to thank for that description of the color blue.  Thanks, Al (and happy “Time Passages” for your birthday yesterday)! watch?v=QM7LR46zrQU

** For more reviews on the Apple Crate Cafe: http://local.yahoo.com/info-13357050-apple-crate-cafe-waynesville

Re-Tirement, Part II

Back to The Oil Can:

Because I don’t drive my little yellow convertible every day, I *completely* forgot to pay my insurance last September. I didn’t know that North Carolina requires auto insurance–I just assumed everyone has it because it’s a good idea–but no, it’s a requirement. When the sun came out in April and I finally remembered to get the car inspected, the state noticed I was uninsured and demanded that I give up my license tag for 30 days as a penalty.

After a month of “garage arrest,” I paid a fine (exorbitant!), got another license plate (the unattractive new red one), and got the car inspected (yeeha!) at The Oil Can. Remembering my brother-in-law’s advice, I asked about tires, and the staff explained about the whole expiration date issue: tires have a life span of about six years. Sometimes dealers stockpile tires, and you may end up with less shelf life than you thought. It’s not normally an issue–as a nation of car drivers, our tires rarely stop rolling long enough to get old–but it had become a problem for my car. I was experiencing dry rot!

Now, I don’t know everything about cars, but I do know that less scrupulous automotive professionals sometimes say things that aren’t *necessarily* true. Luckily, at The Oil Can, I feel like I can trust anything they tell me and safely follow their advice. They walked me through the best options for tires–more enduring v. more sport/performance–gave me an estimate on both series, and invited me to visit several online tire forums to see what other drivers with similar cars were saying about similar tires (one such site is www.tiretalk.com).

Long story short; at 7:30 am yesterday morning, “baby got a new set of shoes, ” as they say. Four brand new Yokahama S.drive tires (www.yokahamatire.com/tires/s.drive/aspx), and what a difference they make. I just thought the car cornered smoothly before–now it’s harder than ever to go through the more sedate process of braking and slowing down in corners rather than stack-shifting into the curve and flying out on the other side without losing too much momentum!

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it–but it can’t compare to how well I’m sticking to the pavement these days, thanks to The Oil Can!

Planning My Re-Tirement

Did you know that tires come with an expiration date? That your vehicle’s expensive rubber shoes can actually go out of date? Me, neither.

Confession: I have a teeny little Matchbox-sized convertible that I drive in the summer. Saw it on a used car lot in 2005 and fell in love with the expression in its headlights. “Pick me! Pick me!” it shouted, revving for my attention and flexing its sparkling yellow micah topcoat. Needless to say, I was hooked.

Because it’s so teeny, however, and so perfectly-suited for going “topless” (that’s convertible-speak for driving with the top down), I don’t drive it much in top-up weather, ergo, I don’t put too many miles on it. As of 7 am this morning, my “smiley-face-on-wheels” (as it was dubbed by a friend) still had its six-year-old original tires.

One of my brothers-in-law (I have two) looked at my tires recently and mentioned I might need to think about getting new ones. Okay…but as much as I love new shoes for me, I don’t know much about new shoes for my car. Luckily, the nice folks at The Oil Can were happy to help!

That’s the real point of this post: the nice folks at The Oil Can, which is located at 243 Sardis Road (phone: 828-670-1645), not far from the intersection of Sardis and Sandhill. Owners Kendall and Karen are as nice, as friendly, as down-to-earth, and as honest as people can be. The Oil Can specializes in things like oil changes, inspections, and new tires. When you take your vehicle there, you know you’re putting it in the hands (or perhaps the pits?) of the experts. They take you and your vehicle seriously and they make sure you’re well-informed and satisfied with the results.

Next post: more from The Oil Can. And believe me, they can!

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