Missing Marvelous Motors

I didn't realize how much I was missing Marvelous Mel Eaton until my dump run down the Quaco Road Wednesday morning. Melvin was only 65, a few years older than I, when he passed away two summers ago. 

There are many scenes in the rural U.S. like the photos at right of the now-abandoned Marvelous Motors, because every business out here is individually owned and operated. While there are a few franchisees (Ace Hardware, Irving Gas), we've got no stop lights and the nearest "big box" store to Deer Isle, Maine is a 2018 Family Dollar Store 20 miles away in Blue Hill.

When we lose the individual in rural America, we lose much more than a single person. We lose essential aspects of our communities that each person represents. Values. Sensibilities. Character.

The Coke machine with its block printed BACK OFF sign and the multiple Beware of the Dog postings have a disheartened look now with the weeds growing tall in front of the garage bays, the lot empty of used vehicles for sale, the mobile home bereft of its occupants. Only a bit of the shiny, Mariner blue fringe that once strung across the lot’s entrance to attract attention is visible here, forgotten on a roadside branch; the handprinted sign is fading. The row of defunct school buses which once held Melvin's massive local tire inventory are empty and the valuable automotive tools have been removed.

Marvelous Motors could be chaotic and disheveled looking even when it was thriving: boys and men and young mothers in and out for repairs, to find an affordable ride to get to work, and mostly for those stacks and stacks of tires stored in the tireless school buses. You had to know where to find him though, hidden off on the side road ending at the town’s transfer station.

In those days Melvin was a key character in the documentary video Tire Tracks by John Steed that I produced while directing the digital media program for Opera House Arts. Still cited today — sometimes negatively by those not understanding that the intentional making of tracks is not related to speeding — Tire Tracks tells a story of how rural men literally burn through tires, brakes, rear ends, “trannies”

and cash to make their marks on this world. While not a cautionary driving tale in the way many hoped or thought it should be, the video documents the peculiar alienation of white American male culture and the ingenious ways those who feel invisible create ways to be seen. 

What I really miss in Mel’s absence and the abandonment of Marvelous Motors is the kind of hurly burly, small rural business life they embodied.

The pandemic brought scores fleeing crowded American cities to remote outposts such as Deer Isle, bringing with them different sets of values and aesthetics.

For the main (and to grossly generalize), they appear to like their yards and villages tidy and neatly organized. They have enough excess wealth to trade in their used for new vehicles every three years or less, or to have dysfunctional appliances hauled away, before they have a chance to rust in the door yard; and the time to protest the construction of a Dollar store in their newly-adopted towns. And where a stern man flush with seasonal cash might find some pleasure in a new set of tires for play, the inequities of the U.S. economy mean the incoming folks have enough excess to feel entitled to post PRIVATE PROPERTY / NO TRESPASSING signs around woods and shoreline once shared by native and local communities.

The word for this invasion of excess wealth and the value and displacements of privacy that tag along with it — i.e., wealth not used for the common good -- is gentrification. Gentrification is the inflation of property values, taxes, rents, coffee prices, movie tickets and general living that occurs when individuals with more than they know what to do with drive up demand for life’s essentials and then feel the need to justify and secure their limited, rightful access to them.

I have a great fondness and longing for places such as Marvelous Motors — locally owned, individually operated, catering to working people who can’t afford a new car or who get their day-to-day pleasure from lighting up their tires — are a bulwark against gentrification. Its absence is another chink in those defenses.

#gentrification

#tiretracks

#ruralamerica

#deerisleme