I was sitting in the silence of my garage last night, alone, in the driver's seat of my Shelby, engine off and hand resting on the steering wheel. No phone, no internet, no social media therefore, and just let my mind wander. It was very therapeutic. I did get a little depressed when I picked up one of my short hook restored Ray Browns and looked at it then thought about Jim Cowles. I never met the man but he was very earnest and civil to me in every conversation and transaction I conducted with him by phone. He did great work on the belts and also my Cobra intake manifold. Also an original chromed air cleaner lid. And so on down the line. Sad he's gone. But as I said, sitting alone in one's car (for me at least) without the stress of driving and navigating around maniacs on the open road, but rather in the silence of your garage, engine off (hopefully off if all of your garage doors are closed as mine were) in the late evening listening to the eerie hum of the overhead fluorescent lights, gets one to thinking about one's past, the early years as a youth and then the present and then the future. It is a very interesting experience and somewhat cathartic to review one's life while sitting in your cherished ride. I started doing this from time to time and rather enjoy it. A form of meditation so to speak. Okay, that's all I have.
Best,
Richard E.