I picture it Maxfield Parrish
Blue. It'll have an engine that one person can start. There
will be no pumping up of tires. No constant cleaning of spark
plugs. No injections of ether on the cooler mornings. No
looking at it from the corner of a suspicious eye. Instead it'll be
gliding and perfect.
In the mysterious
regions of 'creative is' this is mostly a boy thing. All very well
for those of my sex to discriminate, but cultural expectations place the
maintaining of metal creatures firmly in the boy court.
I do not eye the mechanic and see
shades of womanhood. I do not empty the sludge from an oil pan and
consider myself nurturing. And while a global positioning system might
be sissy stuff, an engine manual with parts list is more useful than a
The seat however will have to be black.