A snoozy drive on the long lonesome Maharlika Highway, Polangui, Albay northbound. Dead FM signals and CD rack is piled with bummers. I have to hum my version of an old Dylan hit: I’m driving down that long lonesome road gal, where I’m headin’ I can’t tell.. ♫ but goodbye’s too good a word gal, so I’ll just say fare-well..♪ Back to the 60’s.
Interestingly, where the Maharlika meets the Fuentebella Highway is a gas station with this bird nesting on one corner. It says “come on” like a mousetrap. Here now is a real allure. This is rock n’ roll. This is napalm. This is “Breathless” starring Jean-Paul Belmondo. “Apache” by the Ventures playing in my head as I buzzed closer to this mothballed beauty.
As always, I can be curious as an alien. My ignorance must be filled to the point of twisting a gas attendant’s arm to open this thing up for me.
Behold. Is that a speedometer or an AM tuner?
They say this prized possession belongs to a certain Mr. Ferras or Mr. Pera, whatever, of Camarines Sur. What melody was he jerking into when this bird was cruising along the Pan-Philippine Highway? Let me see. On a slow day he was jiving to the The New Vaudeville’s “Winchester Cathedral”. The cracked opening notes really goes well with a drowsy 45kph.
Or maybe on a stubborn day, he was thumping the wheel to the beat of Barry McGuire’s “Eve of Destruction”. Or maybe on a more stubborn day, this bird is blaring to a classic Rolling Stones “Painted Black”, running away to Del Shannon’s “My Little Runaway” or The Champ’s “Tequila” even.
I don’t know, but as far as its Iriga City plate is concerned, this bird stopped rockin’ in ’72.
I thought rock and roll was all music.