I had to take a bus ride to a place a couple of towns over today. Nice thing about being a passenger is that you get to see things you might otherwise miss and you can let your mind wander, which couldn’t be done while driving.
First I noticed the Hooter’s in Whitby is closed. How many times do you hear of a place like that closing? Not sure exactly what that means. Should it be construed as a statement on the young women of Whitby? Is it just a result of the state of the economy? Or is it perhaps more a commentary on the male population of that town?
A little further west, I passed the local Ford dealer and noticed a row of bright shiny new Mustangs on display (dang- that new Shelby is really something.) Seeing all the Mustangs, my mind jumped to “Spenser: For Hire”, the TV series with Robert Urich. (You don’t remember it? You don’t? Just how old am I?) In the series, the character drove a Mustang, wrecked it and got another ‘stang. If you read the Robert B Parker stories, especially the older ones, Spenser doesn’t drive a Mustang – he drives a Subaru. Makes sense when you think about it. Being a private detective, at least as shown on television, sometimes involves surveillance. What is going to blend into the scenery easier – a non-descript Subaru, or a flashy sports car?
From there, my mind made the leap to Bond, James Bond. 007 has become synonymous with Aston Martin. Well, there was that brief excursion into BMW, but we’ll forget about that. In the novels, James didn’t drive an Aston Martin. The first vehicle I can recall reading as James’s ride was a “Blower Bentley”, that is a Bentley with a supercharged engine. I don’t know if Bentley has a supercharged model in their current lineup, but the cars themselves are beautiful and, from what I’ve read, fast and powerful. Given that, isn’t it about time the movies considered putting James back in his proper set of wheels, perhaps a Continental GT or a Mulsanne?
Since it’s Easter, enjoy your long weekend, and remember to hug an artist – we need love too (and a Bentley wouldn’t hurt either).