We have bigger houses but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines but less healthiness.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble in crossing the street to meet our new neighbour.
We built more computers to hold more copies than ever,
But have less real communication;
We have become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;
Tall men but short characters;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It’s a time when there is much in the window
But nothing in the room
– The dalai lama
And with that I feel the chapter of excess and cars has come to a close in my life. And so also does this blog. Thank you all who followed and all who built the cars that inspired.
Chilly summer nights lead to warm conversations. Wanna wear a tie out but not be too stuff, don’t pull it up all the way and undue your top shirt button. A little relaxed yet still better looking than the average peasant.
The current trend for men’s fashion seems to be layers. Even during the summer in 70-80 degree weather. One needs to be aware of what materials will still breathe and now allow sweat spots or stains. For casual office that can easily transfer to happy hour or a night out Linen or tropical wool during the summer is the way to go. Layering can also go backwards (short sleeve over long sleeve) as long as you are conscious that you can’t take your jacket off.
“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.”
Its funny that I named this car High Road. I kinda turned my back on the car and maybe that idea for a while but I feel it creeping back again and the car is taking me down that road. The High Road
Almost 4 years old now. Cock sucker