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.