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 a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Friday, June 22, 2018

The Negro Motorist

"The Negro Motorist Green Book was a guidebook for African American travelers that provided a list of hotels, boarding houses, taverns, restaurants, service stations and other establishments throughout the country that served African Americans patrons. Victor H. Green published it annually from 1936 to 1966 when discrimination against African Americans was widespread. During this period, African Americans faced racial prejudice, price gouging and physical violence while traveling around the United States. The information included in The Negro Motorist Green Book helped increase their safety and treatment."..from Smithsonian Digital Volunteers

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

1961 Porsche 356 Super 90

It's not an old truck, but as an automotive investment it would be hard to beat. Up for grabs at Olympian cars. That color speaks of the time and place: let's call it Spy-Who-Came-In-From-the Cold Grey.

1981 Dodge Ram


Basha Burwell caught the Dodge in St Louis, Missouri. I'm guessing the year. That gen of Dodge pickups lasted a while. I think they were cleaner than the bulksters with outsized noses that followed, starting in 1994. Those swollen machines started the trend of erstaz-manly giant trucks. Capitalism has a problem leaving well-enough alone; I call it the Starbucks Syndrome. Had your  daily 69 Shot Chocolate Chai Caramel Vanilla Hazelnut White Mocha Caramel Sauce Classic Syup Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino yet?
It's called the (ahem) Big Horn.


Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Sunday, June 17, 2018