It was a year ago today that friend-of-the-‘verse Zach Bowman wrote this tragically fantastic piece that involved him driving cross country with king-of-idiots and friend-of-the-‘verse Alex Roy in his Morgan 3-wheeler of all things. It only took a few sentences to be enamored with the work, as is often the case with Zach’s prose; It will often smash you over the head with its delicate beauty. This piece is transformative in its ability to describe in excruciating detail what it is like to be miserable for nearly two days on the road. A year ago today I made the comment on this post “It’s possible Zach Bowman is the best writer of our generation. It’s also possible Alex Roy is the equivalent of our village idiot. Well done to you both.” and I stand by that statement. If you have not yet read this, here are some excerpts of Bowman’s work to convince you to click on through and read the whole thing.
Zach Bowman, possibly the best writer of our generation:
“It’s dangerous, trusting a shitty box store jack with my life; maybe the Morgan will fall on my face and get this over with. He died as he lived, like a f**king idiot.”
“Check the oil. Add a little. Tighten the center locks. Check air pressures. Check wheel bearings. That last one throws a warning. The passenger side tire is wearing quicker than its twin, and a good shake of the wheel shows slop. We agree to keep pushing and keep an eye on it. We’ll know if it gets worse. So will our next of kin.”
“Could we pull a few hours from the time? I think so, but I’ll never know. The next time I climb into a wooden box will be the day they put me in the goddamned ground.”
Yeah, you owe it to yourself to read this. Go do it.
[Photo Courtesy Chris Cantle / The Drive]