The Amazing Car Machine

Jocko Weyland, our China correspondent was driving in his Nissan in LA. He had to find someplace to park it while he was away. The car solve this problem by giving up the ghost.

The Amazing Car Machine
1993-May 19th, 2008

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In loving memory

A great little car, possibly the greatest little car ever, “The Amazing Car
Machine” ­known as  “The A.C.M.” for short ­ met is demise after an almost
preposterously long life and untold hundreds of thousands of miles when its
heart gave out on Highway 2 right before exit 12 into Los Feliz at
approximately 11 am on a very hot and extremely sunny May day. Capable of
amazing feats of endurance, fortitude, and perseverance that gave rise to
its nickname, the A.C.M. was more than a car, it was a phenomenon beloved by
its successive drivers and everyone who had the fortune of being a passenger
in its comfortable and economically-sized interior.

Passed on from Oliver Wasow to Cameron Martin, generously donated by Cameron
to Joanna Yas and Jocko Weyland in 2003, the A.C.M. spent three years
cruising the streets of New York City while residing on Powers Street in
Brooklyn after its final changeover of ownership. Long distance trips
included forays to Nova Scotia and the wilds of Cape Breton Island,
Washington D.C., frequent incursions into the Berkshires and the Boston
area, and intensive explorations of Queens, The Bronx and the nether regions
of King¹s County. From there the A.C.M. ventured west through West Virginia
and Louisiana to Marfa, Texas and New Mexico, to Portland, Oregon, the
rugged roads of the Warm Springs Indian Reservation before living out its
last year in Los Angeles. Always game, running like a dream with only an
occasional oil change, able to withstand getting stuck in the mud at Grafton
State Park, a bizarre incident where horse hair was inserted into its
tailpipe by unknown persons, being driven over logging roads in the
mountains of Southern Oregon, and one day when six grown men, three of whom
were over 6’2″, managed to fit inside it, the A.C.M. was an inanimate object
that transcended that delineation between the living and not to become an
almost mythical personification of the perfect car. An  extremely dependable
and fun to drive vehicle as well as being as comely as an automobile can be
with its flecked and weathered black paint job, the A.C.M. was truly a
trooper and more than just an incomparable car.

The Amazing Car Machine will surely be missed, and live on in the hearts and
minds of those closest to it and all those who were lucky enough to come
into contact with its charms.

R.I.P.

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