This morning, I had to take a ton (1.64 tons if you must be precise) of stuff to Cerros Steel. Cerros Steel is located in Al Khuwair / MQ, sort of close to the Rugby Club, The fillipino school, and the American school.
I brought the kid along today, since our nanny is off on Sundays. I can hardly think of a more appropriate place to allow a two-year old to run Amok than a huge scrap yard filled with dangerous machines, and piles of jagged rusty metal.
Cerros Steel is the most fantastic place on earth. A veritable wonderland of scary machines, cranes, and rusty, half forgotten crap. While the team at Cerros wrestled with all the crap I had delivered, I wandered, Jaw agape at these insane machines that could cut a car in half at the push of a button.
We watched welding, Lifting, filing, cutting, and powdercoating in action. We checked out the area reserved for custom metal work and marveled at some of the totally tacky shit that has been comissioned for a living room or garden near by. We rode the giant brass Elk, covered though it was in an inch of dust. I pondered all the cool things I could have made if I were to combine my asthetic tastes with thier talent.
The kid had a blast. I would however reccomend that anyone wanting to visit Cerros is up-to-date on the ole' Teatnus shots.
After Cerros, we went to the flooded starbucks, on beach road. They are doing some really interesting stuff with huge boulders and diggers. My Mom has been taking the kid twice a week for a few weeks, and I like to watch as well when I get the time.
I am telling you now, the skill of the guys driving the diggers will blow your mind. Even more impressive is the trust and communication between the team of guys who assist him by moving smaller boulders manually. It's absolutley amazing.
I am trying to explain Teamwork, trust, and communication to the kid, and using these guys as examples. The Kid, if she knew how to talk would be like "Blow Teamwork, Look at this HUGE FUCKING ROCK!!!!"
My daughter has acheived the status of a minor celebrety at this partucular job site, and because the staff are a combination of Italian and Syrian, you get these hilarious "Caio, Habibti" Greetings, complete with any combination of handshake, air kisses, or crazy-ass full on hug. We have yet to score an actual RIDE in one of the diggers, but I"m working on it.
Car reviews, and the Parking lot awards, coming soon.