yellow week - friday
I've been looking at these pictures all week & thinking, "I'm not going to post this."
I've now looked at them enough times that it's become a little unconscious mantra, "I'm not going to post this, I'm not going to post this."
When that happens, I know it means I'm feeling confronted.
Would it sound crazy to say that I'm sometimes very ashamed of these cars? That instead of being grateful to say that I know them, well, I generally act like they aren't there?
My loved ones know I've had quite the mixed soup of emotions on the subject of exotics ~ exotic cars, that is. D loves them. He loves them so much he created an exotic car share. He's got a perfect eye for details & color & lines.
Yes, he is a social entrepreneur (aka "green entrepreneur" aka "environmentalist"). No, these certainly don't help the environment. But they are recycled, & they are shared, so that those who love them can use them without using the extra resources it would take to produce new cars & have them live in each guy's garage. Or dip into their family expenses by trying to own & upkeep them. No one knows as well as he does that men who love them will find a way to have them.
Ideally they would take that saved money & give it away to some meaningful cause.
The business is called "Toccare," which means, "Take your turn" in Italian. It's a beautiful business. Look at that license plate.
Look at these men. What are they looking at?
I've gone back & forth ~ am I ashamed? Am I so proud of D? Do I think he's absolutely brilliant? Am I embarrased & unable to justify these things in my life? Yes. Yes. Yes. & Yes.
I have to admit, that was my boat in the back there. The Mastercraft X45, which allows me to surf behind it, because it makes actual surfing waves. I picked out the decals & everything.
Which made for an interesting kind of playdate I certainly didn't have growing up, often resource-poor in San Francisco.
The whole thing has given me much probably unneeded anxiety.
D consulted with extraordinarily conscious & mindful economists when crafting his business plans. When he questioned the morality & worth of this idea, they said 2 things:
1.) You have to have joy in what you do2.) For Americans, the car is the symbol of hope & freedom (I know, now we have new one)
We're really beyond low-key in our lives ~ check out the ramshackle garage. Which happened to house a Lotus & Porsche 911Turbo.
And...those days are over. It's a different time for all of us. The company's not gone. It's thriving in a whole new way. It's just not our deal anymore. I don't miss the cars, & D still gets to keep his love for them. Now we get to focus on family, friends, & our health. What's left is memories, pictures & really, how proud of him I am. What a brilliant idea. Brilliant.