The Fuch?

They may only be one twenty-fifth of the actual size, they will never dart around a pot hole or have 0.9 tenths of gravity forced against their sidewalls.

They are not real and never will they be. They do however represent something that has become synonymous with precision and craftsmanship.

Even in their tiny scale the details are strictly adhered to. The directional tread, lug nuts and crest fastidiously crafted in absolute dedication to the real thing.

Although there isn't going to be a set under my bench with track tires mounted up waiting for that sunny Saturday to arrive. My reverence for them is unmoved.

They are indistinguishable from any other single auto part ever made for any single automobile. They've stood the test of time and trends, they withstood the decadence of the '80's, they cliché of the '90's and have found a cult following in the new millennium.

They are the representation of a belief, that sticking to your gut and following in your heart no matter what the critics and industry say will pay out in droves.

They on their own are an icon of an industry and a country. They are something to believe in.

The Fuch you gonna do about it?

From the closet

As it turns out, to much time alone in a dark room with my mind is a rather troubling event. Not that I don't recommend it given the opportunity, but one may be advised not to let the door shut all the way.

I had sat in the corner of my mind with the intended plan of devising a way to sway the odds in my favor, count the cards, stack the deck. Maybe even make a penny a dollar.

What I came across was even more deprived and desperate decisions then I had originally planned. Having the need to create,  to build and make something happen, the Kraken won't rest until it's hunger has been satisfied.

They came slowly at first, "maybe I could just build a little side project, nothing to crazy" from that first glancing thought the entire ship began to list to Port, the decks became slick with ooze of irrational thought.

You begin to slide down towards the waiting jaws, dragging nails against the planks, always justifying the decisions that lead up to this dilemma.

Finally throwing the garage door open and squinting into the blaring Sun, "Wait!" The mind bellows in protest. "What else can be done?"

As the face begins to warm from the rays, I realize there is plenty of ways to create, to appease that nagging itching at the back of the skull. Several of them as a matter of fact, just sitting there on the shelf waiting.

I won't be able to hear them out loud, I won't feel the tightness of the leather in my hand. I'll only be able to imagine the sweet smell of exhaust while I labor at perfection.

What I will get is the satisfaction of creating something, putting in labor and attention to detail. I'll have the opportunity to put a twist of my personality into some amazing automobiles.

The fog of over spray will linger out of the garage door, finger pints will be lost to sandpaper and the steadiness of the brush hand will be tested.

I feel the excitement building in my gut, the Kraken is resistant to accept the offer. Eventually slipping back to the depths and releasing the Pearl to sail on.

A gift made to the God's of Speed, if only in 1/25th scale.

The Course

I have to pull the door shut behind me sometimes, I need to take a moment to fall away into the darkness. I need everything to be calm, quiet, at rest.

I need to take a few minutes to just sit there and stare. The eyes are open, porch light is on, however knock all you want, nobody is going to answer. I've gone to the attic, I'm in search of something, not entirely sure yet what it is, but I need to find it.

From time to time one may need to reflect on the direction. I have all the drive in the world,  a little bit of the time and just enough of the talent not to embarrass myself.

What I don't have are the tools to do the job. I could have had them by now, surely I've pissed away the money it would have taken to fill my little garage with all the wonderful things of craftsmanship.

I was greedy, I wanted it all, custom built rims on an incredibly expensive bicycle, more then once. Motorcycles with multiple sets of everything. I've spent money on parts cars for the parts car. I've done it all in the quest of glory and speed.

I say now that looking back I would have done it differently, I would have listened to friends as they socked away and amassed a collection of tools. I say I would have done it differently, but, I've known me for a very long time. I wouldn't have done it any differently, I couldn't be trusted. Even if there was a magical wond that would allow me to go back, I would probably bought the 911 instead of the R32.

That's the downfall of searching your life for the one you want to stay with, they where all the one, at least for awhile.

It was always what you could get for what you could afford. "I'm just gonna run this for now, until the right car comes along", famous last words. Next thing you know your on the hook for tabs and insurance for cars that don't drive. The neighbors are calling the city accusing you of illegally dismantling vehicles for profit.

Your in deep, spread so thin mayo and bologna are it everyday. They'd be great if you can just scratch up enough to get one done, eventually a real bill comes along and one of the almost rights has to go find a new home.

Then after years of searching, the one arrives, like the ghost of a tall ship passing through the fog. By some mystery of life, your granted passage.

"Pull all the sails tight!" You yell, "we're going pillaging", but, there's leaks in that old girl, she's taking on water and dry rot in the hull, those sails can propell her right along, although the masts crackle at the force. There comes a time to make port for repairs.

I want to go fast in the Black Pearl and the Black Pearl wants to go fast. Had I taken even half that time and money I wasted away along the way and invested in the tools of the trade, I would be down only a month or so.

I didn't do those things, ultimately I'm ok with it. We've made memories, had fun, drew blood. But no time soon will a truck be dropping off a brand new welder and some fancy suspension parts.

So, I have to apply my talents to aquiring them, I have to save, scratch and fight my way to them. In the meantime I must find a way to slow down and sail my ship on calmer waters, content to enjoy the surroundings as they idly pass by.

Momentarily I must adjust my course, if only for a fortnight or two.

Photo credit to an amazing artist know only as............Ruidl

Animals I have known

I was digging through the phone the other day looking for something, now I can't remember what it was. Somewhere in the process I ran across a picture of the ones that came before.

Sometimes so much time is given to thinking about the future, that one forgets about the past and all the great memories that have been made.

I wouldn't say I've had a ton of cars, but I've had my share. Officially I've been legally operating a motor vehicle for 25 years, and in that time I've had the opportunity to have some good, great and questionable relationships with the metal mistress.

Everyone of them has brought with it a learning experience so I thought I would take a minute to remember them all. The details will remain concealed, but in cronilogical order.

1965 I.H. Scout (2 years)
1974 Ford Courier (1 year)
1983 Toyota pickup(3 months)
1958 Volkswagen Beetle (19 year)
1974 Jeep CJ5 (5 years)
1988 Toyota pickup (10 years)
1987 Volkswagen GTI(5 years)
1989 Volkswagen GTI (6 month)
1991 Toyota pickup (7 years)
1992 Volkswagen GTI(9 years)
1957 Volkswagen Beetle (1 year)
1970 Volkswagen Type 2 (8 years)
1977 Cadillac Eldorado (1 month)
1967 Volkswagen Beetle (9 months)
1963 Volkswagen Beetle (2 years)
1993 Volkswagen Corrado (6 months)
1968 Cadillac Sedan Deville (1.5 years)
2004 Volkswagen R32 (1 year)
1966 Cadillac Sedan Deville(3 years)
1953 GMC pickup (6 months)
1955 Chevrolet Belair (eternity)
1974 I.H. Scout II (10 years)
1992 BMW 525i (3 years)
1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee(3 months)
2003 Volkswagen Jetta wagon (currently)

Maybe some day, if i can ever dig up some good pictures, I'll come and tell a little bit of their stories, every car needs it's story told at sometime in it's life.