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.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Borgward Isabella, Amsterdam



From Guido Goluke in the Netherlands: The Borgward Isabella, a not uncommon car in the 1950s. Our doctor had one and he once made my overworked mother the generous offer of taking us along on his daily tours along patients. It is an easter holiday I shall always remember for its utter boredom. The doctor drove to a patient and got out with his bag, my brothers and I waited. My hyperactive and car-crazy elder brother, responsible for our situation in the first place, was the only one who enjoyed himself. He looked at the ivory white steering wheel, reached forward to touch and feel the shifter on the steering column. The only thing that excited me was the deep rut in the coco-mat in front of the driver’s seat, a diagonal straight to the throttle. That is how the doctor got in after each visit: gas foot stretched forward to step on it as soon as he’d turned the key.
Best,
Guido








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