The Fine Art of Cruising

Back in the day warm weather meant cruising. Now, there’s a fine art to this favored pastime of previous generations. First, you need a vehicle. It doesn’t have to be a classic vintage machine but that certainly helps. What’s important is the “CQ” or Coolness Quotient. If you don’t really have a classic ride then there’s several ways of compensating with what’s available.

For example, a compact car such as a Dodge Colt or a Chevy Sundance the preferred method was to fill the back seat with stereo equipment. Next, you needed a good mix tape. In the old days play lists were stored on high tech spools of magnetic film. It was important to make sure you had the right flow to the music because there’s no shuffle like we know today. You could fast forward or rewind. If you were really good at it you could count the seconds and stop the spooling at just the right time to get the song you wanted.

The next thing you need is a long stretch of quiet road and plenty of friends. The party starts in late afternoon. You simply spend hours and hours of driving slowly up and down that quite road with the volume on 10 and the windows down. Hopefully until the wee hours of the night. As you cruise the stretch you look for places to park and visit your friends.

On a good night every teenager in the county will be there. Some will push the envelope too far and the police might be called in to restore order but for the most part trouble is minor. For the guys it’s really about finding the girls. I suspect, that the girls would show up to be found by the right guy.

I’m sure the stories abound. Those kind of stories get better every time we tell them. šŸ˜‰ What was really important was the memories and the friendships made.

Coming homeĀ 

Open your heart, I’m coming home- Pink Floyd 1979

Currently,  I still have a day job.  My obligations keep me away from the ones I love.  There’s nothing more pleasing to my eyes than the roads that take me home.  The quote from Pink Floyd may have a deeper esoteric interpretation but to me it describes the heart’s cry to be with someone he loves.  Home lies just beyond the setting sun and my heart’s desires fuels the journey.  

A SHAY REPRODUCTION ROADSTER AND A THOUGHT ON DRIVERLESS CARS

I’ve always loved the artistry of older cars and Trucks.  Some people can quickly rattle off the make and model.  They’ll tell you all about the horsepower,  fuel economy and history that went into the vehicle.  I’m not that guy.  I’m the guy that just wants to drive.  And yet there’s something special about early models. The curve of fender.  The chrome and leather along with the fine woodwork created something that was more than the sum of its parts.  Driving a roadster is about the journey more than just the destination.  

Pictured here is a Shay reproduction vehicle based on the 1929 Roadster.  It was made in the 1980s. I think about the world that we are going to live in within the next 20 years.  Will a car even have a steering wheel? More sophisticated doesn’t necessarily mean more perfect.  The melding of man and machine was perfected decades ago in a time when iron and steel merged with flesh and spirit to produce the freedom of an open road.