Le Man(s) and MachineWhen I was 10 years-old, I first made the acquaintance of my Uncle Ben, seen here posing with his mint-condition 1972 Pontiac Luxury Lemans: the chariot of his soul. I was instantly enamoured by the car’s curvature, asymmetry, and colour from the start and had the honour of a ride in it as a youngster. Here we see him on some remote rural lane of his youth, having braved the violence of a prairie storm so common to his experience. In the field behind him, a trio of antennas representing his wife and two daughters stand tall as beacons of his humanity, soul, and purpose: dependable and steadfast signposts of his legacy and personage guiding a safe way home throughout all manner of weather and turbulence, visible over the horizon of his own travels and travails. And like that which calls him home, he is secure in, with, and by the manner of his transport: that sleek and dependable vehicle of his continued dreams.