A Legend’s Last Haul

Mar 4

Here I am on Scenic Highway 1, rounding a bend in Big Sur, grinning into the Pacific fog.

No one knows what’s inside me.

For more than 30 years, I hauled world-class art from private collections to galleries and museums across the country. Priceless paintings. Monumental sculptures. Rare objects valued in the millions. No big deal.

By night, I idled on the streets of the Lower East Side, waiting for my owner, Gordy Curtis, to fire up the engine when it was time to roll. By morning, we’d be off again — another gallery, another museum, another patron’s home.

At 200,000 miles, I got a fresh coat of paint. You might call it a facelift. Gordy uses my tailgate for political poetry, updating it with the times. I’ve always considered myself both transportation and commentary.

Now, with 300,000 miles behind me, my engine stopped working and my rolling days are over. I’ve done the work. I’ve seen the country. I’m ready to retire.

What I’d really like is a permanent home — ideally at a museum, gallery, or cultural nonprofit. I’m a genuine piece of art history and would make a great conversation piece. Park me where people can stop for a selfie. Use my lift gate for openings and parties. I’m free for the hauling so let’s get creative.

Please spread the word and help me find a worthy place to rest my wheels.