When I moved from Valhalla, New York to Dallas, Texas in early November 2003, I was faced with the question of how to get my two cars across the country. It was a three-day drive, and I was sorely tempted to do it in the art car! It would have been an exciting trip, with chances to meet up with other car artists along the way, plus lots of cool art car travel photo opportunities such as Graceland, my old homes in Ohio, autumn leaves in the Arkansas mountains, and any number of roadside oddities listed in my battered copy of Eccentric America.
But the old car was having yet another bout of electrical system trouble, and there wasn't time for repairs. So I decided to drive my sensible, reliable Nissan Boringmobile to Texas instead, leaving the art car at Jillian's house until I could arrange to have it transported by truck to me later. Jillian was staying behind in New York for her last semester of college.
Once I'd found a house in Dallas (actually in a suburb named Garland), I called the same Dallas-based moving company who had hauled my furniture for me, and asked if they would now bring me my giant yarn-covered car as well. I was surprised to hear that they already had a picture of my car on their office wall! The moving team had seen the car in Jillian's garage when they were picking up my stuff from her place, and she had given them some of my postcards. I was hoping to arrange for the same team leader to be the one to pick up the car. But he wasn't going to be available for a while, so instead I let them assign me a different guy who happened to be in New York with an empty van already.
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