I realized that the vehicle itself was a form of art. And my unsuspecting salesman had no idea what movement he played such a small, but fundamental part in. Because of the manifestation of one creative solution to a problem, because of one artist, millions of people in my generation had become blessed with a method of advanced transportation.
I used to volunteer every now and again to run the cash register at a bookstore operated by an anarchist collective. Many of these so-called anarchists held regular menial jobs, some even with major corporations! The group as whole demonstrated lip service to an ideal that few bothered to take seriously. Their hypocrisy turned me off to their message. Christians have a similar image problem in today’s America.