Category Archives: Road Trip

Monochrome Monday ~ Utah Couds

Grey skies are just clouds passing overhead.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

It’s a big country

 

Secretly Sexual

Behind every mask there is a face that tells a story

sex

lust

mask

unjust

unknown

unthinkable

so unattainable

unspeakable love

trying to be unread

needing to be unseen

yet unmercifully unmasked

perhaps she is honest, at last

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

hiding behind the unreal

the girl behind the mask

Road Trip Eclipsed

If you’re always looking back, how can you see the road in front of you.

talking

and laughing

towns passing by

sharing quiet intimacy

marvelling at the scenery

enjoying long roads’ rhythms

discovering unknown real America

driving through the country no one sees

California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming

witnessing the marvel of a dark sun at noontime

knowing those uplifting moments will be long gone

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Marmaduke really likes road trips

and so do I

Monochrome Monday ~ Big Bear

The goal of life is to make your heart beat as one with the Cosmos.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Big Bear is a cool place to spend a long weekend

in the summer

no way I’m going up there at this time of year

I hate snow

What Some Women Say They Don’t Want

Should a guy always pay the tab in a fancy restaurant?

Following my ‘Shipping Forecast’ post earlier today, I have been roundly disabused about what women want.  A close friend of mine has told me, in no uncertain terms, that most women do not want ‘guys who pick up the restaurant bill, arrange the vacations and buy the tickets, and who will go to wild parties and pretend to enjoy them……’

Funny, she could have fooled me, because where ever I have been with her, whatever great road trips we have been on, whenever we have been to a nice restaurant, or called at a cool bar ~ I have always paid for everything.  And, from the first time I met her she has expected me to always pay for everything.  (With the exception of a few drinks, or a meal once in a while…..)

Also she has expected me to enjoy meeting her family and friends at various lunches and get-togethers.  Quite frankly I don’t want to get to know her family and friends.  We don’t have that kind of relationship.

As it goes I don’t mind always picking up the tab, but I object when she says that’s not what she wants, and that it’s not what most women want.

Or, have I got things totally wrong, again?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the end of a great road trip

Scenes on Sunday ~ Dramatic Clouds

There are no rules of architecture for a castle built in the clouds.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I heard their evils sounds

as they all tried to clip my wings

and keep my feet back on the ground

I don’t care, I’ve already burned my bridges

so don’t even look for me, I won’t ever be around

Monochrome Monday ~ California

Got on board a west bound 747, it never rains in Southern California.

But man don’t they warn you, man it pours, man it pours.  England is my home, I want to go home, I want to go home, where it rains but it never pours.  And, they say it never rains in Southern California.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Southern California is a cool place to be.

Pictures taken by The Girl Riding Shotgun.

The Fastest Car In The World

Some days you don’t want to be just a number anymore.

The Lotus / Caterham 7 is the fastest A to B car in the world.  Nine times out of ten a well-sorted 7 will get you to a destination a couple of hundred miles away even faster than a powerful motorcycle.  The only car that can come close to a 7 is a Porsche 911, but take one of those on an LA freeway and the gaps in traffic just aren’t big enough to make real progress ~ without you getting killed or caught.

A Lotus / Caterham Seven is SMALL.  You don’t turn the steering wheel, press the gas pedal, or reach down to change gear ~ you think the little car into gaps in traffic.  By the time you have had a conscious thought you are already a few hundred yards down the road.  A Seven is an extension of your mind, not an extension of your body ~ and for a guy a 7 is not an extension of your penis like a Porsche.

Both a Porsche and a well-sorted 7 will get you from rest to 60 miles and hour in a little under 4 seconds, but in any car other than a Seven you will need an open road, free of traffic, to make the most of that car’s savage acceleration.  In a Lotus / Caterham 7 you can just about ignore traffic ~ if you are brave enough, and if you are good enough.  And, you have no business sitting in the driver’s seat of a seven if you are not brave.

I don’t mean stupidly brave like motorcycle owners who are always just one tiny mistake from serious injury, or death.  Transplant surgeons love it when it rains, because they know there will be a motorcycle accident and they they will have some spare parts soon.

Brave in a Lotus / Caterham 7 means being who you truly are, embracing freedom, throwing away your ‘stand-in-line’ mentality, and becoming one with the moment.

Many women will not sit in the passenger seat of a Seven more than once.  They find the entire experience too visceral, too powerfully emotive, too fucking damn frightening.  Finding a girl to ride shotgun on a long road trip in a Seven isn’t an easy thing to do ~ but then what real man wants the first women they meet at a bar?  If you drive a Seven it’s going to take patience and time to find The Girl Riding Shotgun.

Anyway, if you are a real man you will have built your Seven yourself, and that takes time and patience too.  And if you drive hard, with the top down, (which is the only true way to drive a 7), then she can’t talk with you anyway~ it’s just too damn noisy.  The harsh bark of the side exhaust is overpowered by the flat roar from the Weber carburettors.  There is wind noise around the side-screens, tyre roar, and probably transmission whine.

There are some other things about a 7 most ordinary women don’t like.  It’s tiny, she’s sitting with her ass less than a foot from the road underneath, her hair is going to get blown about, every time you reach down to change gears you’re going to touch her leg, there’s limited luggage space, and when she gets out she’s got to be fucking damn careful not to burn her leg on the side exhaust, (if you’re driving a European spec car).

But real women, women who are not afraid of their own feelings will love a Caterham / Lotus 7.

Some say that they’re not a number, that they are a free man.  And, that they will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, numbered, and made to stand in line.  All I know is that of you drive a Seven you can do anything, as long as it’s what you want.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Me and my Seven.

Scenes on Sunday ~ Rock Stacks II

Every man is a builder who stacks one rock on top of another.

There is an urge, a dream, a desire in all of us to leave a mark behind for posterity, even if it’s just a small stack of rocks by the sea.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Marmaduke’s paws are not made for building rock stacks, but he likes rocks

Scenes on Sunday ~ Clouds

It’s clouds illusions I recall, I really don’t now clouds at all.

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jack collier

jackcollier&@talktalk.net

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