“Glorious, stirring sight!” murmured Toad, captivated by his first glimpse of a motorcar. “The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here to-day—in next week to-morrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped—always somebody else’s horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!”
We fellow motoring enthusiasts echo Toad’s cry as Spring (hopefully!) forces Winter to the pits. Car and motorcycle adventures, race days, foodie outings and camaraderie are promised by warmer temps and cleared roads.
“O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust-clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on my reckless way!” dreamily waxed Toad, Kenneth Grahame’s consummate car guy in The Wind in the Willows. Peering from the dusty ditch into which he and his friends were forced by a speeding tourer, he relished the “poop-poop…brazen shout in their ears” and his “moment’s glimpse of an interior of glittering plate-glass and rich morocco, and the magnificent motor-car, immense, breath-snatching, passionate, with its pilot tense and hugging his wheel.”
For us, furiously flying emails, Caffeine & Carburetors newsletters, Facebook postings and club announcements promise freedom from garage longings and computer screen gazings. We, like Toad, remain mesmerized by “that entrancing sound…that bewitching smell.”
A fresh motoring season rolls out before us, friends. “O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!”