How much can one inanimate object mean to a human being? How much of an impact can a single token have one’s life?
If you’re a car guy (or girl), you already know what I’m writing about. Everyone has that one car that started it all for you. Whatever it is, might be different depending on your story but… You still know. You know the spoken language, the mutual respect, and that feeling when it stirs just the right part of your soul. You’ve made strangers into friends, shared stories with those you just met, and found it around each new hairpin turn and each long, unimpeded stretch of back road.
It is a strange thing to fall in love with a machine.
This is my Blue Car. For what it has been and what it will always be: a tidal force on the path of my life, a thread in the fibers of my being.
This piece has been many years in the making; Eleven and counting for me. It’s something I’ve been writing with every twist of the ignition, every wrench turn, every clutch-gear-gas-gone, every two buckets filled, and every parking lot lookback.
It’s been celebrated in every photograph, every stranger’s admiration, and every trophy won.
It’s been timeless by every friend made, every story shared, every roadtrip mile, and at every destination’s arrival.
I count myself lucky that my it, through many miles traveled, still resides with me in the physical realm not just the emotional one. I drove home in this car eleven years ago. Little did I know that my journey was just starting. Oh the places I’ve seen, the friends I’ve made, and the experiences I’ve had just because of a car. It seems silly now, just typing it out. But if you know, you know.
An homage, in so many pictures.
Special thanks to Dani, Jason, Jack, Christy, Tom, Phil, Tyler, Stephen, Greyson, Jess, Sam, David, Joe, Chris, Vicki and countless others who have all made major impressions on me and who I all met because of a car. I am thankful for and indebted to you all.