As always, exceptions to my regional remit can occur in remarkable circumstances. This hearse or possibly ambulance was recently discovered in the woods very near my house in Vermont. The dog is also named Bentley.
UPDATE: One of my neighbors has sent me an account of the car's story from one of its drivers. I can make no assurances as to its accuracy, but it's just too good not to include here verbatim. Please note that the Neil referenced in this tale is Neil Young.
UPDATE: One of my neighbors has sent me an account of the car's story from one of its drivers. I can make no assurances as to its accuracy, but it's just too good not to include here verbatim. Please note that the Neil referenced in this tale is Neil Young.
"That
car is the one Neil and I drove from Needles, California to Nova Scotia when
we were writing Powderfinger.
Was an awful winter. We dumped the heap somewhere in New England
and thumbed the rest of the journey. Some chick who smoked dope and had
nice legs picked us up and drove us to New Brunswick. She was from southern
Iowa as I remember. She smelled of butter, sweet corn and
sensimilla.
I smelled of woodsmoke and wine. Neil ditched me in Lunenburg, Nova
Scotia. I headed on to Newfoundland where I eventually helped E.A.Proulx
write The Shipping News."
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