I was horrified when, just the other week, I received word that my 1998 Suburban was the featured vehicle in a post about cars blighting the image of Todos Santos.
Even worse- the post assumed it was abandoned.
Well. White Lightning may be many things, but abandoned, she is not.
Worn? Well-ridden? Dusty? Firing (sometimes) on the wrong (usually) cylinders? Missing pieces and parts that we’re still unable to explain?
Sure. But that’s because she’s lived a full life.
White Lightning isn’t abandoned. If anything, she’s our mascot.
A running joke is that I want to start living the life people think I lead: something glamorous, exciting, posh. And I almost brought my black Porsche down to Todos Santos few years ago, but it just didn’t feel right.
That’s just not what my life down here- or honestly, anywhere- usually is.
It’s not fancy. It’s not polished. It’s not, and I CANNOT stress this enough, comfortable.
It’s riding through the desert in a rickety old Suburban with no working AC.
It’s racks of dresses bumping up against Nicole and me as we make our way down old dirt roads.
It’s inconveniences and adventures and still somehow arriving safely at home, if without a back bumper.
It’s what this whole thing is about.
So we say, long live White Lightning in all her “eyesore” glory. She should be an inspiration to us all.
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