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Shaggadelic, Baby
Apr. 12th, 2008 11:58 amLike Tom Petty's Madhatter hats, there are certain accessories which make a man. Things which are associated with an individual, things which an individual surrounds themself with or is drawn to or which embody the spirit of a person.
For me, it has long been a handful of things. Black leather jackets, cigarettes, vinyl records, and classic cars. A nod to times past but which I am drawn to. I have a black leather jacket. I smoke. I am in possession of a nice collection of classic rock records. And today....
When I stepped out of the car for my first good look, I was of two minds. There was the vocal part. The part which said my god, this is the chariot of the Beatles. Of the Who. Of every classic rock band ever to come from Great Britain. This is the fun and flirtatious side of sex, drugs and rock and roll. This is rolling down the highway, The Doors blasting, cruising through moonlit vistas with the great American novel on the passenger seat. This is us....
( And All Things We Love )
He needs a little tune-up and some detail work, but he's in incredible condition. And all up to current safety codes, so no worries there. I know that in a way this is a selfish choice, because he is small. But he is me. And we're a perfect match.
His name is Henry for more reasons than simply my current fandom leanings. Yes, of course that's the base idea, but there is more. Henry is a car enthusiast. Henry has seen a great deal and been to many places. Just like the car. Henry would appreciate this car. So what better name?
I am giddy as a teenager. I have a car. And he's a beauty.
For me, it has long been a handful of things. Black leather jackets, cigarettes, vinyl records, and classic cars. A nod to times past but which I am drawn to. I have a black leather jacket. I smoke. I am in possession of a nice collection of classic rock records. And today....
When I stepped out of the car for my first good look, I was of two minds. There was the vocal part. The part which said my god, this is the chariot of the Beatles. Of the Who. Of every classic rock band ever to come from Great Britain. This is the fun and flirtatious side of sex, drugs and rock and roll. This is rolling down the highway, The Doors blasting, cruising through moonlit vistas with the great American novel on the passenger seat. This is us....
( And All Things We Love )
He needs a little tune-up and some detail work, but he's in incredible condition. And all up to current safety codes, so no worries there. I know that in a way this is a selfish choice, because he is small. But he is me. And we're a perfect match.
His name is Henry for more reasons than simply my current fandom leanings. Yes, of course that's the base idea, but there is more. Henry is a car enthusiast. Henry has seen a great deal and been to many places. Just like the car. Henry would appreciate this car. So what better name?
I am giddy as a teenager. I have a car. And he's a beauty.
