Strange viewpoint from a 50something

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I do believe that tunnel light is getting brighter!

I rolled into the driveway after work tonight, and pulled up next to my little blue baby. She has a different look about her. Like she knows something. Like she’s waiting.

Sitting in various spots in the yard since last November, awaiting whatever her fate had in store. Finally (!), after such a long time, a verdict rendered! Del, and his buddy Don, replaced the bent k-frame and the right front strut. The wheel I had there is bent and unusable, so he bought an old stock wheel and tire. Last night when I got home from work he insisted I drive it around the block. And I did. The familiarity. The love I feel for that car, it’s still very strong. Poor baby still needs some work, but the thing is, she now sits there with the glow of life!

I have missed her terribly! These months driving the hoopty has sure taken it’s toll on me. It’s been awful. My individuality has taken a such a slam! As grateful as I have been to have a car to get me from A to B, oh, the mental anguish!! The little inconvienences, and the big ones too! For more than 6 months I had to pop the hood and touch a wire to the positive battery post to start the damn thing… the turning point, for me and that maneuver, was the day I sat in that stupid car for 10 minutes in the parking lot of a grocery store, waiting for this fine looking man in the Jaguar parked next to me, (who was all involved in his cell phone) to leave, just so he wouldn’t see me lift the hood! Oh the things you will do to save the vanity!! (side note… I went home and complained about this very instance to Del and he fixed it so I can touch these wire together inside the car. Not a sure fix, but no more lifting the hood!)

The thing I’ve missed the most is my music. I have worn earbuds since the wreck, but it’s just not enough. My little blue baby has a great stereo and some bump in the trunk!! I have missed the feel of the music, the tingle of the bass vibrating the driver seat. So looking forward to my first lengthy ride. I’ve already started my “my car is back!” playlist!!

Even though she bears the scars of the guardrail down her right side and now sports mismatched wheels, she sure looks awful pretty to me! All one color, with windows that roll down and door handles that engage from inside the car. No puddles of water on drivers seat after a rain. I’ve had her more than 6 years.. she has become part of me. I will drive her lovingly-hard until she can take no more. Only a matter of time until I am back behind her steering wheel, I know it. More importantly… she knows it. She has that perky look, like she is ready for the two of us to haul ass and scream down the highway….  together again.