Boy did I pick the wrong time to gut Moby and make an attempt to refurbish her interior; life got really busy and was not kind enough to warn me! Needless to say I’ve neglected this blog to concentrate my scarce free time on getting Moby back on the road and ready for warmer weather. Fortunately that warm weather is taking its time getting to us here on the east coast but the improvements are progressing slowly. I fear my cold spring may end before I’m ready! On the bright-side, anticipate a flood of posts starting some time in May when my schedule returns to normal.
In the mean time, I am sticking my head up to publish this post that has been in the works for the better part of a month. As part of the wiring for the stereo, I decided to install some family heirlooms at the same time. They’re nothing special in themselves, definitely not stock, but these blue lights are something of family lore and have lived in my father’s 1961 Chevy as well as my uncle’s 1958 Oldsmobile when they were young. In turn, they made it into both Big Red and Big Blue. My uncle purchased them along with several other color shades with which to turn his car’s interior into a traveling light show. I have no idea what happened to the others but the blue lights were passed on to my father. For some reason I continued to carry the torch so to speak and will someday pass them along as well but, before that happens, they need to live in Moby.
According to the legend, these lights became implements of romance and aid in the wooing of one’s special girl. Picture yourself driving home, taking the scenic route of course, after a great evening out with your date. While trying your darndest to be nonchalant, you reach over and flip a tiny switch and in a flash, you and your date are bathed in a quaint, elegant, relaxing, and so romantic blue glow emanating from under the dash. This is when you anticipate that your date will become yours forever uttering an instantaneous “Oh you’re sooooo coool!!” as she falls madly in love with you. But in reality you receive a somewhat muffled giggle that quickly grows into a full fledged fit of laughter and a “What the heck are you doing?”
Growing up with stories about these lights, I was quite excited when they were turned over to me. They were a serious upgrade for me at the time, no not for the romantic potential, but rather because of the associated lore and “coolness” factor. For some reason at that young age, I never really paid attention to the laughter radiating from the female contingent in the family as a blue light story unfolded or why they might think blue lights are funny. I can’t say what I really expected when I switched them on for the first time either but I know it was not the snickering I heard from the passenger seat.
The infamous blue lights turned out to be as much fun as I hoped as a young driver. They served as a somewhat out of the blue (pun intended) surprise, a conversation piece, a way to make myself stand out (though I’m still not convinced standing out from the crowd in this manner was best), and a great way to illuminate the cab with little windshield reflection while one’s copilot navigated by map at night. They also served well in preserving one’s night vision while rummaging for supplies on camping trips.
The last time I turned them on was 13 years ago before I removed them from Big Blue prior to her sale, and I married the last person to sit in the passenger seat bathed in blue. Now in Moby, I am not out to impress anymore but still view them as a fundamental addition to our family’s VW experience and look forward to the chuckles emanated from the young’uns. But mostly I await the resulting smiles that make these lights special.