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. 😉 What was really important was the memories and the friendships made.

Long Term Parking 

This Jeep was parked in this very spot when I was a kid.  It’s one of several old Willie’s Jeeps that the landowner has. In my imagination I can see young soldiers crossing the battlefield in this jeep. I imagine the stories of home that are exchanged.  The men are hopeful because the war is over and they are returning home.  I imagine that when the jeep is sold as surplus it falls into hands of someone who puts his heart and soul into making it roadworthy again.  I can see him exit the highway on a whim to explore some mountain trail. He and his jeep are a good match.  They are both rugged and free spirited.  Not to bound down by the well traveled highway which goes only to and fro but not out.  I imagine the fishing and camping trips with friends and laughter they enjoyed.  The jeep started out with a mission to bring people home. Now with it’s mission accomplished it was time to rest.  It made one last trip.  It’s last escape from the pavement on the edge of the home it came back to.  There it could stay parked and enjoy the peace.