I have a dream where I’m driving around in an early 1960s Galaxie 500 (or Dodge Dart of a similar year). And I’m just cruising. Now, when I say dream, I don’t necessarily mean that it’s happening at night. It’s very much a daydream.
I hate to sound like someone who says, “They don’t make ’em like they used to,” but that is kind of what I’m saying. I imagine myself wearing a straw fedora with a black band and a pair of Ray-Bans. All the windows are down, and I’m listening to Dick Dale play surf guitar… It’s a daydream.
The reality of this dream is constant break downs and frustration. Sure, if I loved cars enough to spend every weekend working on one, it might be worth it. Perhaps one day, I’ll be willing to do that. But then there’s the gas mileage.
That’s the troubling part about dreams. When you wake up, you start to see the impossibilities. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a dreamer. But some dreams require, at least, a little practicality, which is why I have another desire when it comes to cars.
I’d like to have a Tesla. It may seem odd that someone would want something so cutting edge while simultaneously wanting something so vintage, but it makes sense to me. They have one thing in common: a rejection of the present. Although Teslas just appear futuristic. They are very much of the here and now.
So, what do I do with these dreams? I need an increase in cash flow or much more free time to make either one feasible. So, I’m not entirely sure. What does anyone do with an unfulfilled wish? What I do know is that you should be careful what you wish for. You could wind up spending every weekend working on a carburetor.
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