Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and an '86 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of '97 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 27 years--we're recycling. I've published 2 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), and THE O'BRIENS (2012), and 2 collections of stories NIGHT DRIVING (1987), and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). Novel # 3, CARRY ME, will be out from Pantheon (US) and House of Anansi (Canada) in February 2016 and by Editions Philippe-Rey (Paris). More of my book stuff at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I've been teaching at Colorado College, Wichita State, and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I'll be a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right. It's free. Never an ad, never a sales pitch.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Ford F-250, E.B. White and Maine Thanksgiving

Haven't seen much old iron in Cambridge though I'm planning a series on that college-professah tradition, Ye Olde Volvo. There are a few of those Swedish Squarebodies rolling around Cambridge but old trucks are rarer animals. Yesterday we pulled out early(ish) to beat the day-before-Thanksgiving traffic and 5 hours later came across the bridge at the tide pond in South Blue Hill and made it home to Brooklin in wonderful clear November light. It's deer season, deeah, so everyone in the grocery store was draped in orange and there was a lot of banging in the woods. Most people around here get their deer in the first couple of days of November and things are quiet until the last few days of the month when hunters realize the season is about ovah. There's a sign at the Brooklin Store, "Heater Hunters Not Welcome" which suggests that cruising our backroads in your big truck is not considering deerstalking, hereabouts.  If you want to learn more about the texture of life in Brooklin you could do worse than read E.B. White's collected  Letters, many of them written 80 years ago but often about people with the same surnames as our Brooklin neighbors.
Caught this solid F-250 in Searsport, pretty much a perfect pickup truck if you ask me. I can't date these accurately and am always getting it wrong but I'll guess 1969 on this one



from Guido Goluke in the Netherlands:  "plan a day out with the entire extended family without having to change gear!"  
DAF was the national car, until the NL became fabulously rich again, when the tricked-out Land Rover became the national road warrior. I thought about buying a DAF when we were in the Netherlands a couple years ago. But the hassle of car ownership there was daunting. We ended up living on our bikes; plus Chevy loaned us that Volt for the trip to Berlin.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Northern Nevada

from Michael Moore: …just saw you put up my truck; it’s actually an '82 C-10 under which somebody put Blazer 4x4 running gear…I added a 350 from the ‘88 Blazer i rolled on the Smoke Creek Road on October 15, 1997, the same day the Andy Green broke the sound barrier next door on the Black Rock Desert. Really! Here was the rest of the scene that morning; annual burn

1949 Dodge Coronet Woody

The woody was on ebay from San Diego but I just checked and it's no longer available. Was at $16,500 OBO. Looked like most of it was still there though the top of the engine was missing. I wonder how many unrestored woodies are still out there?

Monday, November 23, 2015

Sunday, November 22, 2015

1958 F-250. Napa County: An Amusing Little Vintage. Notes of...

from Colin Washburn in California: "Clean, long-bed with a fine patina, at a vineyard between Calistoga and Napa, the heart of Cali wine-country.
Many of the vineyards have cherry old trucks parked out on the road, to draw Autoliterate types in I suppose. To hell with the grape, I want the truck!"