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.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Another Ambassadorship for sale: 1970 Ambassador

Remember the Ambassador from India we came across in Holland last year? That was a stately set of subtropical wheels. At first we thought it was London taxicab gone astray. American Motors Ambassadors haven't lasted as long in the market. We caught this one in Maine at the beginning of this endless winter.  Caught a 1966 Ambassador, downeast, around Thanksgiving time. Both are for sale: this one's at Motorland in Biddeford. Maybe Maine winters always feel that way--endless--in the last week of February. And, hey, there's all of March to look forward to. (Aw, quit whining.) The problem is, even with the Autoliterate eye for all things vernacular, there's something a little deep-frozen about Maine right now. Too many parkas, too much gray snow, too many damn Subarus. And just what happened to America's sense of car color? What happened to the flamboyant two-tone paint jobs? It seems every car in Maine blurs into the same narrow palette, which starts and ends at silver, and in between rarely ventures out beyond gray, taupe, and various other mud-inspired hues. Even the reds around here look kinda subdued: like dried blood. I like the lincoln green on the Ambassador though the interior upholstery and faux-woodgrain is a Seventies thing that didn't work for me at the time and never will. Reminds me of David and Julie Eisenhower, somehow. It was 70s vinyl like this that made me into an organic Banff old-pickup truck-driving hippie. But the car has its points, I'll agree. The 390 c.i.  engine was out of the AMX and undoubtedly gave the car some zoom, even if your grandmother was behind the wheel.

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