Does the fact that black and white are my two favorite colors for cars suggest something about my labile mood? While I’ve always admired black cars (as long as they were pristine and had nice wheels), I’ve never had one. Maybe the idea of owning one would have reminded me too much of my father’s black Fairlane torture chamber. So I’ve gravitated to white, repeatedly; pretty much all of my cars have been so. Maybe it’s therapeutic. Anyway, the obvious solution is to have one of each, like this fellow, who’s keeping both of them clean machines. Cover all the contingencies (and moods).
– June 3, 2012