Since I was a boy my world has been inundated with loud internal combustion engine vehicles. From hot rods to trophy trucks. Fast and loud has been a reoccuring theme. Driving out to the middle of nowhere powered by a liquid refined from ancient materials, I was able to find solice in the emptiness of nature. While I still find peace escaping to the middle nowhere, I have become acutely aware of the impact of my obsession.
Staring out the window of a Cafe in Nashville, Tennessee to a vehicle congested street coralled by three-story buildings on both sides. Not an electric vehicle insight. Witnessing this caused a reflection on the impact of my obsession on the environment.
We haven’t talked about noise yet. I love the sound of a rumbling V8 and howling of an F1 engine. The pedaling of an 800 horse power trophy truck fighting for traction. And I used to love the drown of my own truck cruising down the high. Not thinking about the trail of crap I was leaving behind.
I started thinking about it this way. If we as humans are able to sit a room, fog up windows, create musty air within a building.
What are we doing to our environment with the shit spilling out of vehicles?
My eyes are on the horizon of the upcoming electric pick-up trucks and SUVs. I’ve promised myself that my two vehicles are my last internal combustion vehicles. I’m excited for a renewable clean energy future where I do my part to heal our climate.
This will be an going topic as my thoughts and feelings spill out into the eithers. Knowing that I’m living primitively optimistic for a beautiful future.