If you see the Spirit of Ecstasy or a Flying B soaring somewhat higher off the road than usual these days, it’s because the consumer demand for SUVs (which recently caused Ford to drop its sedans entirely) has finally reached the high table.
They call it the Golden Dram, partly because of its tantalizing, golden, honeyed color but also because gold deposits have been found in the Pitilie Burn, the water source for the Home of Dewar’s, Aberfeldy distillery, in central Scotland.
With what is usually a pretty dismal winter, the Brits like to make the most of their summer when it arrives and while it lasts. But when those summer rays do beam down, things have a habit of falling into place in the Old Country.
A blown-out setting sun, the world a lemon-amber blur, ripping through the desert with the wind all around, squinting at the brilliance and drunk on the sound, like canvas being torn to shreds, a sublime engine note severing the last few threads that bind me to an otherwise unremarkable day.