It’s a movie star!
Yep. My Explorer (before the dented hood) was in Tuck Everlasting.
Okay. Watch the boring preview for the movie that’s already been out for years. Wait until almost the end, after they show the title. The horse drawn carriages start to fade to cars. Coming up the street, straight towards the camera, just as it starts to fade away — is my truck. Ahh, the fame and glory.
The location was Berlin, Maryland, a small town here on the eastern shore also known as the location of The Runaway Bride. Because of a contact in the movie industry, The Architect and I got to sit on the set on one of the hottest days on the planet and watch a car-load of teens drive our truck in circles around the block as they filmed shot after shot. We got to see one set hand call another a “Primadonna prick,” and that was the highlight of excitement for the day — well, that and getting to eat from the craft services table (Twizzlers taste so much better when they’re intended for famous people). Sadly, the only person anywhere a near celebrity was the stunt double, who drove the hero’s motorcycle while having a spectacularly bad wig planted on his head. At the prompting of barked orders over a megaphone, sweaty extras walked the street acting casual and then went back to walk again. Cars were lined up and sent down the road via my most excellent car wrangling contact only to later loop around the block and repeat the tedious process.
By the end of the day, I was hovering near heat stroke and wondering what would drive any sane person into the movie business. So much work went into shooting a tiny scene that the audience would see for only a second or two. And the repetition! It was like a bad re-enactment of Groundhog Day (now that I think of it, that movie must have been horrible, shooting over and over the already repetitive scenes). Still, it was a unique experience, and one that fixed my little Explorer onto the timeless glory of celluloid.