It’s easy to put up a front.
It’s harder to bare your soul.
We like to appear competent, knowledgeable, accepting, loving and kind (or most of us do). And we are those things, to some degree or another.
But we can’t be everything that everyone needs.
There’s a spectrum between hiding our weaknesses to revealing inappropriate levels of personal frailties. We must learn when and where to reveal our true selves.
Where am I going with this? I’m not sure. I don’t have any deep secrets to reveal to whoever can read this. But one‐on‐one, I’ll be trying to stretch my boundaries by going deeper.
Jay and I went for a test drive in a 1967 MG Midget. He was the driver, as his 2001 Toyota Corolla burns a quart of oil for every two tanks of gas and it’s nearing time for a replacement.
We both were surprised at how small the car is — and at how 30 mph seemed like 70 mph.
Alas, a much newer car can be had for the same money — and one that wouldn’t need $500 worth of work to be road‐legal.
But what a piece of history!
The intricate wire wheels aren’t available on any new car, regardless of price. The engine was so simple that it wouldn’t take an engineering degree to change the spark plugs. And what joy to drive a car that no‐one else drives!
It was a marriage not meant to be. When the quick honeymoon ended, the heartaches would begin.
Epilogue: In a recent issue of Autoweek, a 1967 Datsun Roadster — a direct competitor — sold for ten times what the MG was going for.