Going All the Way

Every time I see one of these vintage cars on the freeway, I always worry I'm going to accidentally smash into it. I mean, it's one thing to jack someone's Civic, but it's another thing to bust up a car that has been restored. It's akin to the feeling of parking next to a Ferrari—one is always extra careful pulling in and out of the spot. But the vintage cars are worse. Ferrari's are expensive; vintage cars are priceless. For all I know, this person built the car from the frame up.



Don't worry, reader. I had my brother take this photo while I was driving.





If I built a car myself, I don't think I would take it on the freeway. There are too many crazy bad drivers out there who could bash into me. Yes. I imagine I would treat my vintage car like I treat my testicles: that is to say, gently and not on the freeway.

But I must say: I admire the person who is willing to invest both emotion and money into an object and not let the potential destruction outweigh their enjoyment of said object. This car and this person driving the car are a physical enactment of the overused but ultimately true adage, "no guts, no glory."

This driver has guts. She's going all the way with her vintage car—she doesn't give a damn about bad drivers or the potential loss of her charming vehicle. And I admire that kind of dedication and bravery. This driver does not shy away from ephemerality by hiding her car in a garage; she meets ephemerality head on with style and elegance while wearing her leather driving cap.