By William Hall. Photos by the author, except where noted.
Somewhere around my last birthday, I reached a sort of existential equinox. I realized that the days would start to get shorter from here on out. Less light to do things by, and likely some long stretches of cold and darkness ahead.
That perspective liberated lots of decision making in my life. Once deferential, I now never turn down the offer to drive someone else’s car, regardless of its value or my trepidation. “Hell yes” is my new default answer. Care to take my Maserati 150S around the block? You bet. Want to co-drive in La Carrera Panamericana? Tell me when you need me there. And yes, I think I will have that second piece of chocolate cake. Are there any cigars to go with this bourbon?
Which explains why I was quick to agree to once again pilot the LeMay-America’s Car Museum 1961 Chrysler 300G across the American landscape to the grandest of all automotive parties, the North American International Auto Show in Detroit. The only catch, of course, is that this all occurs in January.