“Beyond a certain speed, motorized vehicles create remoteness which they alone can shrink. They create distances for all and shrink them for only a few. A new dirt road through the wilderness brings the city within view, but not within reach, of most Brazilian subsistence farmers. The new expressway expands Chicago, but it sucks those who are well-wheeled away from a downtown that decays into a ghetto.”
“Sometimes it’s a little better to travel than to arrive”
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
When I was a kid, my father bought a piece of property somewhere, I don’t really know where. On that property was a barn and in that barn was an old International Pickup Truck – I’m guessing about 1950 or so. It was black.
If memory holds – all the thing needed was a new battery and fresh fluids and it started and moved. I thought it was so cool to ride around in that thing.
It was cool, but not as cool as this one.