Subscribe to RSS FeedOn tarmac, 350 horsepower at 2,800 r.p.m. is pretty decent stuff. It'll lay a strip of warm rubber, waggle the back end, and catch some attention. Meandering home on a stretch of highway, a 1970'ish Buick GSX with the louvered rear window and backside squatted with torque growled past me in the right lane. Flash of a young male at the wheel and a blonde in the passenger seat leaning forward to light her cigarette. Windows down, 'cause that model didn't come with A/C. Good stuff. Rich with memory. What’s that line that came to my mind? "Remember me. I've laughed, loved, and lived too."
Anyway, it got me to thinking of all the teenage drivers that had powered that particular car over the ridge and peeled down the next length of road. Of all the couples that had filled that car's cabin space with the chatter of being young. I've only got room for so many words, and maybe I'm stretching to make an image fit something, but I think the maritime law is interesting in the ways that driving that car isn't. Each fact pattern I run up against is fairly unique. Each event, each problem, each conflict presents it's own singularly individual set of circumstances. That is, I'm not pushing the same four wheels that someone else has whipped along the same broken lines. The problems that my clients bring to the table are markedly personal. I'm not driving somebody else's car, I'm riding with someone down a unique stretch of highway in a uniquely homebuilt fact pattern. I'd say the good ones keep that in mind.
Underway and making way, and, yea, I liked that car a whole bunch.
--- JKF
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