Where did 2022 go? It’s not under the Plymouth, more is the pity. Now we say it’s 2023, and strange things loom at us in the days to come. Some people want to turn left. Some people want to turn right. Some people want to set the Tesla on auto pilot and hope for the best.
When I drive for pleasure, I like to drive a big Imperial. The driver seat is a throne and the kingdom is obliging. An Imperial makes a powerful silence. Time, space and obstacles yield before the car, then melt away in the rear view mirror.
That is a driving experience I wish everyone could know. I can’t hand out free Imperials, but I can string together a few words, share a few pictures, and send my thoughts, dreams and wishes out into the aether. Everyday, this is what I do.
Maybe you’ve hit the high-beam switch, and you can see orange barrels in the New Year, maybe even a detour or a road closed. If you’re a good driver, if your car is your kingdom, every mile marker is your arrival. It doesn’t matter how off course the route may be.
There are people who say to stop driving. There are people who think that GPS knows the way. Only a human can know the way. Only a driver can understand the rules of the road. Rule number one: Never let go of the wheel. Happy New Year.
Dave Duricy, Your Host