I am no Captain Video. I don’t watch TV. Years ago I used to watch a little television when I traveled. These days I don’t need the boredom of TV to put me asleep. Long working days and the aging process have taken care of that. Now I have to worry about dropping off while driving.
But before I give up my driver’s license, I might have to give up my hobby. After all, it seems like you can’t be an “old car guy” these days without watching all the Plop, Slop and Drop shows on the boob tube. When I go to car events, all I hear is about what happened on “American Selectors” or what type of car “Weigh-in Greenie” bought in the last episode.
I mean a few months ago I get a phone call from a phone number in Las Vegas. I had been trying to sell my 1940 Indian Chief motorcycle, so I figured maybe I had a buyer. A woman picked up the phone and I told her I thought someone had called on the bike. She said, “This is Rick’s!” I said, “Rick, who?” She repeated, “Rick!” as if I was supposed to know the guy. I didn’t. Later I heard that he had a restoration show about restoring cars.
I have a shop. I restore cars. I can’t keep up with the workload. I sure don’t have time to act in a TV show. I don’t even have time to watch TV shows. Whenever I do get a little time, I’d rather peruse the classified ads in Old Cars Weekly or read a book about the history of cars or spent a few moments organizing my literature collection. I have endured a couple of so-called “reality shows” that friends had on when I visited. They just aren’t my speed!
I realize I’m strange. The things I like are not the things normal people like. My friends do watch TV; they go to the movies; they shop; they mingle. Me . . . I do car stuff. I twist wrenches, I write stories, I read books, I gun engines.
Like I said, I’m no Captain Video.