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Tina LeAnn Erdmann standing next to a 1971 Plymouth Cuda, in Austin, TX

On the Lifelong Journey of Radical Transformation Behind the Wheel of a 1971 Plymouth Cuda

Freedom is riding wild over untamed land with no notion any moment exists beyond the one you are living. (1883)  

Music & muscle cars, baby!

Welcome to my little corner of the online world where I’m openly sharing my transformational journey. These stories are humorous and serious, deep and shallow, informative and sometimes just plain fun—they’re a documentation of all that I am and a reflection of all that life is.

Hop in the Cuda, and let’s see what trouble we can get into!

    PEOPLE OFTEN ASK...

    Why the muscle car?

    My fascination with cars began around the time I learned to walk. That was also when my love of hanging out in garages started too. Ah, the smell of must mixed with oil and fuel.

    I don’t remember this, but the story goes, my dad’s friends were impressed that as a two-year-old, I knew the difference between a Phillips and flathead screwdriver and would hand each to my dad as needed.

    I loved helping my dad work on his cars. I’d always ask way too many questions and one summer spent hours wet sanding his 1972 Pontiac Grandview as a tween.

    When I pulled into the driveway after buying my first car at sixteen, my dad said, “You’re going to learn how to change a tire right now.” He said he wanted to make sure I could take care of myself out on the road.

    In my early 20s, I owned a Plymouth Turismo, and there was always something going wrong with that damn car. My dad would explain his troubleshooting process, tell me what parts to buy, and we’d fix the issue together. Everything I know about cars, I learned from my dad.

    Have you always been adventurous?

    Yep. In mind, body, and spirit. I’m a curious person who loves to learn through experience.

    I read a lot, meditate, and work with a high-level spiritual Teacher and business mentor.

    After my doctors couldn’t help with chronic migraines, fatigue, and adrenal gland failure, I did my own research and healed my body through clean eating and supplements.

    I run every morning, walk every evening, and do yoga several times per week. I’m on a quest to age gracefully—to be strong and flexible as long as I live.

    Travel. I mean, looking at photographs of people and places while listening to or reading about someone else’s lived adventure is great (and very inspiring). Still, nothing can replace boots-on-the-ground in a far-away place, where you don’t know anyone, can’t speak the language, and all-senses-are-alive feeling.

    Mountains, Salt Lake City, Utah
    Tina LeAnn Erdmann standing next to a 1971 Plymouth Cuda, in Austin, TX

    Do you miss having a home base?

    Not at the moment.

    I was introduced to the nomadic lifestyle in my mid-20s when I moved from Wisconsin to Colorado and met people living it. I felt the yearning then, but instead took a hard right, moved back to Wisconsin, got married, and focused on my career—I allowed society’s voice to be louder than my own.

    After lovingly stepping away from the suburban life last year, I decided to fulfill that long-held burning desire, buy a classic car, and live as a nomad—to live each day as if it were my last.

    My voice is louder than anyone else’s now.

    And…I AM home. Home is wherever I AM.

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    The Breakthrough Comes Through Movement

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    Music and Muscle Cars, Baby.

    I feel a sense of freedom as I slide into the stiff leather driver seat—now an off-white color showing its age—of my 1971 Plymouth Cuda, a.k.a. Plum Crazy. 1971. A year I lived through but don’t remember; I was still in diapers. Joy to the World by Three Dog Night

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    "Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything. Maybe it's unbecoming everything that isn't you so you can be who were meant to be in the first place."

    —Paulo Coelho