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 an '86 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of '97 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 27 years--we're recycling. I've published 2 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), and THE O'BRIENS (2012), and 2 collections of stories NIGHT DRIVING (1987), and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). Novel # 3, CARRY ME, will be out from Pantheon (US) and House of Anansi (Canada) in February 2016 and by Editions Philippe-Rey (Paris). More of my book stuff at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I've been teaching at Colorado College, Wichita State, and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I'll be a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right. It's free. Never an ad, never a sales pitch.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Angels Food 1985 Chevrolet K10 SWB

from Colin Washburn in the Sierra foothills:
"Yet another one of these short-bed Chevys that seem to breed around here! This one a 4x4 in showroom condition. Seen in Angels Camp."-CRW
PS .... I love what they did with that little space !

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Borgward Isabella, Amsterdam

From Guido Goluke in the Netherlands: The Borgward Isabella, a not uncommon car in the 1950s. Our doctor had one and he once made my overworked mother the generous offer of taking us along on his daily tours along patients. It is an easter holiday I shall always remember for its utter boredom. The doctor drove to a patient and got out with his bag, my brothers and I waited. My hyperactive and car-crazy elder brother, responsible for our situation in the first place, was the only one who enjoyed himself. He looked at the ivory white steering wheel, reached forward to touch and feel the shifter on the steering column. The only thing that excited me was the deep rut in the coco-mat in front of the driver’s seat, a diagonal straight to the throttle. That is how the doctor got in after each visit: gas foot stretched forward to step on it as soon as he’d turned the key.

Friday, November 27, 2015

1968 F-150 Ranger. Assiniboia, Saskatchewan

Alex Emond, reporting from the National Old Truck Refuge, also known as southwest Saskatchewan: "Here is a fairly presentable truck - late 60's vintage. Waiting its next assignment in a quiet part of Assiniboia, Sask. Looks good."-AE

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Ford F-250, E.B. White and Maine Thanksgiving

Haven't seen much old iron in Cambridge though I'm planning a series on that college-professah tradition, Ye Olde Volvo. There are a few of those Swedish Squarebodies rolling around Cambridge but old trucks are rarer animals. Yesterday we pulled out early(ish) to beat the day-before-Thanksgiving traffic and 5 hours later came across the bridge at the tide pond in South Blue Hill and made it home to Brooklin in wonderful clear November light. It's deer season, deeah, so everyone in the grocery store was draped in orange and there was a lot of banging in the woods. Most people around here get their deer in the first couple of days of November and things are quiet until the last few days of the month when hunters realize the season is about ovah. There's a sign at the Brooklin Store, "Heater Hunters Not Welcome" which suggests that cruising our backroads in your big truck is not considering deerstalking, hereabouts.  If you want to learn more about the texture of life in Brooklin you could do worse than read E.B. White's collected  Letters, many of them written 80 years ago but often about people with the same surnames as our Brooklin neighbors.
Caught this solid F-250 in Searsport, pretty much a perfect pickup truck if you ask me. I can't date these accurately and am always getting it wrong but I'll guess 1969 on this one



from Guido Goluke in the Netherlands:  "plan a day out with the entire extended family without having to change gear!"  
DAF was the national car, until the NL became fabulously rich again, when the tricked-out Land Rover became the national road warrior. I thought about buying a DAF when we were in the Netherlands a couple years ago. But the hassle of car ownership there was daunting. We ended up living on our bikes; plus Chevy loaned us that Volt for the trip to Berlin.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Northern Nevada

from Michael Moore: …just saw you put up my truck; it’s actually an '82 C-10 under which somebody put Blazer 4x4 running gear…I added a 350 from the ‘88 Blazer i rolled on the Smoke Creek Road on October 15, 1997, the same day the Andy Green broke the sound barrier next door on the Black Rock Desert. Really! Here was the rest of the scene that morning; annual burn