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, August 18, 2017

1963 Buick Skylark

Up for auction at Owl's Head Museum in Rockalnd, Maine on Saturday August 19. They say 46k original miles.



Organic 1966 Chevrolet K-10

Up for auction at Owl's Head Museum, Rockland, Maine. Tomorrow, Saturday August 19. Details here. 





1961 Oldsmobile Dynamic 88

Some nice summer cars are up for auction tomorrow at Owl's Head Museum in Rockland, Maine.
How about a 1961 Oldsmobile Dynamic 88 convertible with 32000 miles?




1959 Mercury M-350


from Alex Emond in south Saskatchewan: Here's a fine old farm truck from Ponteix, Saskatchewan. Chunky, no frills work truck. I'd call it " Mercules ". It's got a PTO dump option so the bed tips up to offload. Cool. Maybe not as tough as this Buffalo bull but close . Cheers, Alex 
p.s. The bison was south of town in the Grasslands National Park ...









Thursday, August 17, 2017

Schooner Victory Chimes, Great Cove, Eggemoggin Reach, Maine

 Squirrelly wind out in the Reach, gusting 20 knots SSE. She's on anchor, nose in the wind and dropping sails. The eighteen-wheeler of her day.


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Albuquerque 1966 Ford F100 Custom Cab

Michael Moore caught the Ford in Albuquerque. That NM light is unique. Or maybe it's just the adobe.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Charlottesville and American Muscle

Thanks to Matt Dallet for the heads-up on this thought-provoking piece from CityLab

Monday, August 14, 2017

1939 Chevrolet Master Deluxe

This car has spent its entire life on our Maine peninsula.






Sunday, August 13, 2017

Frenchboro, Swans Island and Burnt Coat Harbor

Out to Frenchboro today, on Long Island in Jericho Bay, below Swans Island, to collect wrack wood for my friend Bill Mayher's sculptures. We anchor on the leeward of East Beach which is a narrow spit at the eastern end of the island---the wood and debris piles up on the windward side of the spit. Pretty much open ocean out beyond that. The viewabove is looking back from Casco Passage to Mount Desert Island. Below is coming into Lunt's Harbor at Frenchboro on Long Island.
From Frenchboro we went on to Burnt Coat Harbor at Swans Island for gas. The lighthouse at the head of the harbor, which is very well-protected anchorage.
 Working waterfront on Swans Island ...."working" hereabouts means lobstering.






Saturday, August 12, 2017

1969 International Harvester, New Mexico Tru

Thanks to Michael Moore: "Marshall Berg’s former logger’s truck, restored/maintained by the former owner, which MB plans to use in his chile roasting business to demonstrate and distribute la maquina in New Mexico.."

  




Friday, August 11, 2017

Eva H.D., "Racing It"




Racing It

The sky never touches the ground but races it, forever and ever.
Amen.
I am driving us home from the church,
away from the last of summer, through the
funeral dusk.  There is no bend in the road.
She is riding shotgun, exhausted, curling away
from awful truths.  Blowing smoke from a crack
in the window, eyes closed.

We are surrounded by wheat and corn,
just like people always say.
I can feel the farness in my muscles.
I can feel the love in my teeth, humming.

When we get home, we can have a drink,
uncoil, not talk about it.  This is what we
do best.

I want to stop the car, walk out into the fields,
and lie down on the ground, flat on my back.
I want to lie flat out, not feeling it,
until forever lets me on for the ride.

--Eva H.D., from her collection Rotten Perfect Mouth
                                              And here's a link to another road poem, John Newlove's Driving.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

1967 DODGE POWER WAGON 4 speed


It's up for auction  in Washington state, no reserve. Looks pretty original to me. Details at BAT