This is a simple photo of my Bugeye drive today on a two-lane road heading north. But to me, this is a very significant photo.
Since 1978, when I bought my first Bugeye “Gumby,”, the arrival of summer has always been marked by the start of new adventures. A Bugeye is always the conduit, my ride to special places where summer adventures can unfold. This year, I’m learning all about horses, and a Bugeye takes me to school.
Today, I am on my way to the barn for a riding lesson to work on my jumping technique, and I am excited. I am hot. It’s summer. School’s out. I am off on an adventure, a new summer celebration. I am learning a new skill, once again heading to my destination in a Bugeye. I am a little older now, but the unknown summer adventures ahead, the raw sports car, the special exhaust note, the smell of an old English car… none of that has changed.
This year, I am in Todd’s green Bugeye, diagnosing for him a noise he wants us to fix. This is a test drive, and I am working (barely). Yet this is serious work, because I am putting a customer’s car thorough its paces, to ensure that Todd too can enjoy the summer adventures of his choosing without issue. The car is perfect except for one small rattle, which we will fix. This Bugeye still transports me with ease, and a smile, and with air blowing upon my body from every angle. I am heading North in a Bugeye. It’s summer. And I am free.
