I
have delayed writing about this car. Part of the reason: I only had one picture
of it, and threw it away. It really makes me feel bad to think about that. The
picture was wonderful, taken in the gray light of post-dawn beachside overcast,
at Torrey Pines State Beach. Just a beach in those days, I reckon.
It
was one of the early trips to the sports car races at Torrey Pines. Mike Houston,
Richard Gatley, I don't remember if there was anyone else. We stopped by the beach
to stretch and wake up after the trip from Torrance. I climbed part way up a bluff
at the side of the road, and took a picture of the other guys smiling up at me
from their casual poses by the Ford.
The car was black and shiny, and
its shape and the baby blue rims showed up well in the black and white photo.
I selected it and a few others of my favorite and defining photos from albums
and put them in an envelope. I wanted to take them to work to show to friends.
Before I could do that, the envelope disappeared. I have looked at every envelope
in the house several times, and the photos are lost, lost, lost. Gone. My favorites,
the photos that most defined me and my world. Thrown away, out with the trash.
No other possible explanation.
My face gets hot and my eyes moisten whenever
I think of it. Damn.