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.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

1963 Chevrolet C10, Colorado Springs


Back in Colorado Springs for my annual spell of teaching at Colorado College. This truck is out in Colorado City neighborhood, which was a miners' camp before The Springs became the city of the  Colorado Springs, centered a few miles east. Colorado City is on the road heading up to Manitou and Pikes Peak and there was gold, for a while, in them thar hills.
I like the truck a lot--clean lines, those steel wheels in back, and the primed multicolor finish. Also that wraparound windshield--'63 was the last year of those, I think.
No snow on the ground coming in over East Colorado yesterday. A dry, dry year, though The Springs is supposed to get a dump of snow tomorrow, which usually seems to happen just about when I get here, end of March. Otherwise it has been a dry, dry winter.
East Colorado...always reminds me of Mississippi John Hurt's version of the John Henry legend/ballad..Spike Driver Blues. The way Hurt sings it,  "I walk all the way from East Colorado/Honey, that's my home/Honey that's my home"
(see below, for more on the C10)








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