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 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.

Monday, February 17, 2014

1964 Chevrolet Biscayne 409

This was  my favorite Autoliterate car last year. Now that I'm starting to think about Colorado--I'll be teaching (and reading) at Colorado College next month--I decided to post it again. The 2-door Biscayne was the lowest price full-size Chevrolet in 1964, listed for $2363. You know my thing about Plain Janes. (Almost) everything about this car says, in the semiotics of 1964,  "Elementary School Principal". I 'd have loved to order a 2-door Biscayne at my local Chevrolet Dealer,  say Doyle Motors in Verdun, Quebec. Or maybe Harold Cummings Chevrolet on the Decarie Strip. "Delete everything but, uh, give me the 409." My Santa Barbara gearhead pal, automeister Frank Mariani, bought himself a 1962 Impala that way when he was seventeen. It was an Impala, though. I think the buttoned seats were standard on those. My grandmother had one.

Caught this one on a cold morning in Colorado Springs. At a tire shop. Maybe my favorite car. The classic 409 sleeper. The same 1964 Biscayne pillar coupe that my elementary school principal drove. A stripper. But with that 409 under the hood, and the thin red stripe on the tires, c.1968, that meant--from the fire roads to the interstate--hey, look out.