a brief memoir of summer days with my dad and his ’69 AMX

679d9ee4fe3a8a2f1729e651199e8c38and s-l225

clinging to my tongue; 

198o’s, one my of favorite flavors. 

AMX moving in stereo,


shredding pavement.

My dad has been rebuilding cars since he was kid living in Fostoria, Michigan. Fostoria, a rural place that’s fun to get to by way of curving, and deep sloping roads; I called the curving roads S roads when I was a child. My dad always drove his AMX fast, so the ride out to my grandparents’ was a great amusement, especially when it was just the two of us, and I was short enough to stand up in the front seat beside him, saying, “Get on it, Dad!” as he banged gears. Yeah, so my dad let me stand up in the passenger seat while he was driving. How else was I supposed to see over the dash? 

The AMC AMX is a two-seater muscle car. Once my sister outgrew her car seat, she and I would sit on mats behind Mom and Dad, and ride without seat belts. Family outings, YAAASSS! I remember how my butt would buzz and burn from riding so close to ground; I could feel every vibration–the juddering of the engine–even my face and teeth buzzed. It was fucking fantastic! 

I never cared where my dad was going for the day, when he asked, “Kindra, you wanna go for a ride?” I would stop what I was doing (playing in dirt and making mud for my Bigfoot monster truck to haul) and run to the house for my shoes and kiss from my mom.


It was more than riding in the car with my dad that I loved. He would always let me hang out with him in the garage. I watched everything he did when he was wrenching, and I asked questions–my mouth was always running full force. Dad made me feel like I was important to the project; I was like his scrub nurse. And I would sift through the pebbles in our driveway, looking for nuts, and washers to present to him. “Could you use this, Dad?”

He keeps every loose piece of shit I ever found in a lidded jar. 



Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

8 thoughts on “a brief memoir of summer days with my dad and his ’69 AMX

  1. I keep every doodle and drawing my daughter makes. They mean everything to me. I have thousands of books in my library. Her drawings increase at such a rapid pace, however, that it’s not easy to buy books to keep up with her and believe that I’ll read them as fast as I might then buy them. She has two shelves of this stuff already. I need to make another bookshelf…

    Liked by 1 person

          1. Thank you. 🙂

            I love my dad. Things were tough between for a while after my parent’s divorced. The older I grew, the bolder I became–the fear of confronting him and certain emotions lessened. I can talk to my dad about anything, now. And I’m at a place where I don’t let my childhood dictate my adulthood. I admire my dad for a great number of reasons. I know my dad loves me, and that he is proud of me. Despite some rough roads, he’s the greatest teacher I’ve ever had, for good or ill.

            Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: