For a lot of car guys Chevrolet doesn't really exist until the tri-5's. Until then it was Ford, Ford, Ford. But wow this was a heckuva Chevy bomb in '41. Not a hot rodder's car, though. Almost a limo-Chev, though not quite a '42 Cadillac. All decked out for the 4th of July in Brooklin, Maine.
- Brooklin, Maine, United States
- 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 26 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 March 2016 and Editions Philippe-Rey (Paris) will publish it as PORTE-MOI. More of my book stuff at www.peterbehrens.org 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.
Monday, July 6, 2015
"Let us pause to ponder the poetic inscrutability of Canadian highway signs...
Great piece on the weirdness of Canada's road signs, from the Boston Globe. Thanks to Aidan O'Neill for the heads-up:
"I’ve just returned from a week of car camping up the coast of New Brunswick, a long and leisurely drive along the edge of the Bay of Fundy. Gorgeous country, and I suggest you check it out if you haven’t already. But what began as a minor puzzlement for my wife and me bloomed over the course of a few days into a full-on obsession: What in the name of Rob Ford were the road signs trying to tell us?.."
Posted by autoliterate at 9:44 AM