It's not unheard of for
an elite automotive enthusiast to labor for years restoring an
automobile just so that it can be shown at Pebble
Beach or
Amelia
Island. I am not that kind of
enthusiast. More normal enthusiasts are satisfied spending a couple
weeks detailing for a local car
show. I'm certainly not
that kind of enthusiast either. Heck, I'm lucky if I even run my car
through the local Suds 'N Scrape. No, I'm the kind
of enthusiast whose toy
is in the garage in so many boxes that they are starting to be filed
according to archaeological era. "Hmm… this
appears to be from the
late Bilstein era, maybe towards the Polybushing eruption. If we
find a fossilized strut bearing then we'll know for
certain."
So that means the car I
chose to display at the German Car Day at the
Larz
Anderson
Museum in
Brookline,
MA was my everyday Audi A4
Avant 1.8t. Even the most indiscriminate eye can ascertain that it
has undergone four years of continuous, labor intensive
modification. I can honestly state that this German Car Day was the
culmination of those labors. Luckily, the labor is not my own; it
rests squarely on the
shoulders of my
four-year-old daughter. She is the impetus and creator for what can
only be called: The Mommy Mods.
There were a few people
who took one look at the unwashed, overburdened and seemingly
neglected Audi perched precariously on the show
hill and uttered a
solitary "Why?" These folks obviously missed the point: I needed a
ride and I wanted a good parking space. But it was so
much more than that. I
view my Audi as an example of American Life Exemplified in Debris
Stratums. For instance, how many Audis do you know of that have a
Magic Stick? Mine does. In the trunk there resides four feet of
Atlantic Drift Wood capable of feats of conjuring that are far
beyond that of normal sticks. I would show you, but I am no Wizard.
Next to that are the jewels. Granite, quartz, mica schist and
hardened mud constitute the
Porath Royal Jewels. We keep them in ziplock bags for safety. How
many cars do you know of that are capable of sustaining life for
weeks or months? Look under the seats and you'll find enough food to
keep you fat and happy for quite some time. Thirsty? Suck the
carpets. Mmmm… a delightful mélange of aged milk, orange juice,
coffee, something sour and, could it be? It is! Just the right
touch of filth! The taste is
balanced by a bouquet that is reminiscent of jackal breath. What we
have here is life. Really. If you watch carefully,
you'll see the carpets crawl.
Mommy Mods go far beyond
that. The A4 has a full alphabetical compliment of improvements
(crud) that have been installed (spilled, dropped, smeared and
splattered) to make the car (dreckmobile) all that it is today: a
paean to Suburban Happiness (inexcusably filthy and an obvious
indication of overindulged sloth). In no particular order, other
than alphabetical:
Apple
Core from the Indeterminate Era
Burned something or
other. Probably not animal.
Crud. Creeping varietal.
Possibly caustic.
Dunkin Donuts Detritus.
Ex-edible from some distant past. Now hairy.
Fingerprints filed randomly on all windows. Noseprints
too.
Gross - what the hell was that?
Hope that will come out. Doubt it.
I'm sure
that is permanent.
Jelly. Jello. Junk. Jetsam.
Looks like something the cat threw up. Maybe a
lung.
Muck, mung and more stains that I can't identify
Now that's just sick, if it's what I think it is.
Oddly enough, that's still edible.
Peanut
butter from the Pleistocene era
Quisp. (I thought they
stopped making that decades ago.)
Ralph.
Schmutz.
That should not be in your mouth.
Remove it immediately!
Unidentifiable without a mobile
crime lab
Vomick
Wow. How did that get all the
way up there?
Xena (our cat) hair
Yellow
substance of no known earthly origin
Zymurgy spill (mine)
(Hey, you'd drink too if you had to clean this crap
up.)
So, to all the admirers
of the sort of silver Audi on the hill, think not of it as a
pristine example of the marque. Rather, regard it as a realistic,
ongoing life-art project that denotes urban desperation, early
21st century parenthood and easy to clean durable leather
interiors. Oh, and one lazy sonofagun who didn't want to walk all
the way from the parking lot.