I do a lot of my creative thinkin' on the road. Lately I’ve been reflectin' on the acronym DIY. I know, I know. I used that word in my bio, but I’m thinkin’ of changing it to DIO – do it ourselves. – ‘cause I’m part of a team. Without Frank, my mechanic, I’m nothin’ and that goes for G and Lulu too! But I guess that’s what DIY means – takin’ responsibility for yourself, actin’ communally and not relyin’ 100% on the so called professionals. I live an alternative lifestyle and sometimes that can really get on people’s nerves. Some folks out there take one look at me and think, “What’s that heap doing on the road?” They mock me because I don’t have a shiny paint job and I’m not all tricked out like some show off, trophy antique that’s taken out of a heated garage on the weekends only.
No siree – I work for a livin’! And when the rust starts to form, G takes out the putty and works on this ole body of mine and then I get a good rub down with a roller of electric blue paint – flat! My detractors will say that I’m a gasoholic and a polluter, but let me ask you this: who creates more pollution – the consumer who buys a car every 5 years or the DIY person who keeps a vehicle goin’ for almost 5 decades. Think of all the pollution created by the manufacturin’ business. Well, whatever - in the final analysis it’s like my pal G says – “Green is a pigment of your imagination.” Ha! Anyway – that’s all the philosophizin’ I’m doin’ today. Let’s get back to my story.
I could tell by the way he gripped my steering wheel that this was a momentous encounter, and when he cranked my ignition, I gave that engine an extra boost. Well, the other slicker got in and off we went for a trial run.
“This is it,” said G. “Sounds just like my father’s ’54 Chevy panel truck; the one he used for hauling fresh fruit. This is the pickup.”
Before I knew it we were headin' up the road towards Canada. I looked in the rear view mirror and felt tears wellin' up round my windshield wipers as I remembered my bucolic days on the farm. Jimmy had been good to me, but it was now time to move on. I knew there were more adventures left in this ole boy yet – so staye tuned if you want to hear more about the magical mystery escapades of Ole Blu on the road.