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A Follow-up To November 13, 2021 Posting   1 comment

The November 13th posting, “Chevy Bel Air Taillight Art” took me back to a June 1, 2009 posting, “We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie.”

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We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie

“. . . bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys
were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, ‘this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.'”

In the Don McLean song, “American Pie,” he wrote about “the day the music died,” referencing the 1959 plane crash causing the deaths of Budd Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper. Now it’s the Chevy’s (GM) turn to test destiny.

These were also the days when “See the USA in your Chevrolet” rang through the head of many a young boy, such as I. The first car that made me aware that I was hooked on cars was my grandfather’s 1945 Chevy. My first car was a 1950 Chevy, followed by a 1953. Emotions are the makings of the human experience. What would life be without feelings, without passions, whether short-lived, or life-long?

A part of me has always been a “car guy,” struggling with the other me (like a marriage), resulting in an intense love affair to this day. As with all relationships, the thrill of driving is about closing the gap. Connecting with a car is not about becoming one but about maintaining identity while always seeking to close the gap. Even though the evidence that GM would file for bankruptcy has been apparent for some time, today’s formal filing still came as a shock. Chevy and GM will live on, but an age has died – another piece of the American pie. Now we are singing:

“. . . bye-bye, Miss American Pie
GM drove to the Feds
But the Feds exposed their lie.
And them good old boys were still
Drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

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We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie. As Michael Moore recently wrote, “It is with sad irony that the company which invented “planned obsolescence” — the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one — has now made itself obsolete.” For the “car guy” in me, I experienced a real blow to my psyche. The pragmatic me is saying, “it’s about time!”

The “car guy” would now like to share a couple of blog posts over the last couple of years:

Soul of a Car

Signs of age
Tell the story
Miles on the gauge
Count the glory

Now at rest
In the shade
Once the best
Of the fifties decade

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There is a key
Only to a past
Now rest free
At long last

A rusty door
A broken fan blade
Longing for more
Feeling only frayed

Having a heart
A few remaining horses
Seeking a start
From special forces

Old cars can rust
But never the soul
Covered with dust
Stuck in cruise control

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Moving On…

How do you measure the worth of a “driving machine?”
Miles? Miles per hour? Drive-ability? Reliability?
Attractiveness? Safety? Maybe all these.

But the real worth of the 318i that I bought, September 1983,
and sold, September 2007 can only be measured by those
intangibles by which we measure passion.

It is not my nature to dwell on the past, but parting with something
that was an extension of my very being was not easy. If there is one
image that reflects more than a third of my life, it was this little BMW.

…the road always calls.

— kenne

Turner’s Law   6 comments

Truck & BMW photo (10) blogMy 2007 BMW 3-Series coupé next to an intruder! — Image by kenne

TURNER’S LAW

If you park your car far away from other cars in a parking lot, some asshole in a pick-up truck will park next to you. Go figure!

“Half-full glass of water view: Maybe it’s just a thoughtful asshole — whatever, it’s still my law.

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What Is It About Guys And Cars? Automolove, That’s What!   9 comments

BMW2006-12-14-03 I art blog framed2007 BMW — Image by kenne

AUTOMOLOVE

A few weeks ago,
while hiking on Mt. Lemmon,
someone backed into my car
just as I was returning
to the ski-lift parking lot.
I didn’t see it happen,
but most of my hiking friends did
and began shouting:
“Someone just backed into your car!”
“What? Not my car,” I thought.

While trying to keep my composure,
I sought to exchanged information.
The damage was not that obvious,
so she was ready to leave — no way!
Four weeks later, after back and forth
with her insurance company,
they agreed to doing the repair,
right, all $1,600 worth.
My car is now home,
in the garage, 
looking like new.

This was only my third experience
with having body shop work:
once in the sixties on my 1963 VW,
then in the nineties on my 1984 BMW,
now in the twenty-teens.
Each minor, but each traumatic —
I don’t take easy to being
outside my level of perfection.
Believe me, it wasn’t easy
also being a dirt-bike owner!

What is it about guys and cars?
At least some guys and cars.
I’m one of those “car guys” –
one of the best feelings
I know is having a clean car,
not from a car wash –
You have to do it yourself.
It’s an expression of caring
that strengthens the bond —
like petting your cat, it purrs.

For me, the attraction started
when I first rode in Granddad’s Chevy.
It was the smell, the dashboard, and the look.
It was so clean, inside and out –
he was an original
“inny and outy” guy.

He didn’t have a garage on the farm,

but when they moved to town,
he converted the old smoke house
Into a dirt-floor garage.

What I remember most was
the understated body language
from Granddad toward his car.
If you know the look,
then you know what I mean.
It was a pride, some call it “car pride” —
a symbol of what has been nurtured
In our hopes and aspirations,
which we express with gentle gratitude
as we travel the highways of life.

My car is a means of transportation
as was the horse in its day.
The words of Shakespeare still apply
to best express the bond
between me and my car:
“When I bestride him,
I soar, I am a hawk.
He trots the air,
The earth sings
when he touches it.”

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Note: I had another 3-series BMW coupé for 24 years before getting current BMW. There were more people in The Woodlands, Texas that knew my old clean BMW than knew me! As I noted in a recent posting, it was not easy parting.

“I’m In Love With My Car”

The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin’, and the hubcaps all gleam.
When I’m holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When my hand’s on your grease gun,
Oh it’s like a disease son,
I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,
Such a thrill when your radials squeal.

Told my girl I just had to forget her,
Rather buy me a new carburetor,
So she made tracks sayin’ this is the end now,
Cars don’t talk back they’re just four-wheeled friends now,

When I’m holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When I’m cruisin’ in overdrive,
Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,

I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
I’m in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!

— Queen

 

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