Our content manager is on the road covering Monterey Car Week. Part three of his opus is available here
I travel about four or five times a year for work. It’s not a ton of travel for one’s career, but it seems to be just the right amount that my friends and family seem to think I’m out globetrotting.
The collector car industry is fairly small and during road trips you tend to running into familiar faces at auctions and you become work friends. During auctions we come together, catch up, and pick up right where we left off. These are solid friendships because we know how tough it can be to travel for work. We have an unspoken understanding about time away from our kids, spouse and dogs. It can be tough but we love our jobs and know it is a sacrifice that we make that effects the people we love.
My wife is a saint and without her unwavering support I’m not in Monterey this week doing what I love. With a kid, pets, careers and a myriad of responsibilities she juggles it all and keeps life in order while I am on the road. This funky adventure takes a toll on everyone, especially the ones we love. You can go do well in life alone, but you can fly your highest with support.
When I’m at an auction, covering the industry and seeing old friends for the first time in 90-days I remind myself that I have a gilded life but my wife and son are back in Phoenix supporting my dream. I never take things for granted because it can all go away in a moment. This notion relates to my career and to those back home who made it all possible. They are always on mind and I want to make them proud.
I’m typing this from my hotel room. My room is a little messy with clothes thrown about. The desk has my laptop and there’s a burrito next to it that I am munching on for dinner. After I finish this chapter of my Monterey Car Week opus I will shut down Microsoft Word and connect to home.
It’s getting late but I have enough time to call my wife, let her know how my day went and say “goodnight”. Hearing my wife’s voice puts me at ease and makes road trips easier when I miss everyone back home. We catch up on how our day went but it’s tough to end these calls. Neither one of us wants to hang up first, but one of us always does and it’s not easy.
I finish the night with a burrito and watch Heat on my laptop. I’m road weary, love my career, and know this opus is not possible with love and support.