I'm about to cry...
...with all that's been going on, I really wasn't as upset about not having a license as I should have been. Sure, I want to go someplace, but I forgot about DRIVING COOL CARS!
There's a guy who I've been emailing lately that I met through this thing...I meet the neatest people through this! More than I ever did just walking around life.
He was telling me that he was working on his car and I asked what kind of car it was. I half expected him to say something like he had to fix the tranny in his purple Bonneville or something like that. Then, he sends me a picture of one of the most beautiful cars that I've ever seen in my life!
It's a 64 Buick Skylark convertible and it totally made me want to have my driver's license back TODAY! I can live without driving the Kia...but if I had a cool car like that, I would have to shoot myself in the head for losing my license.
Sure, I want to drive to the store, sure I want to drive to a job, sure I want to drive to my doctor's office...but now I JUST WANT TO DRIVE!
I had forgotten the way it feels to drive down the road in a beautiful OLD car that runs great. I was so wrapped up in my jail experiences that I hadn't really had a chance to think about everything else I was missing. Cars...I love cars. I had forgotten that I love cars. Isn't that funny? How do you get so wrapped up in life and the BS that goes along with it that you totally forget the things that you LOVE to do? Well, I did it, I forgot how much fun that I was missing. I knew I was missing "fun"...I just forgot that I was missing FUN! But that's OK, I needed to be reminded, how else could I ever have FUN again if I didn't remember that it existed?
Cars have been such an important part of my life. I remember a 61 Plymouth with a push button transmission, a 73 Volkswagon that made me claustrophobic to sit in the back seat (but when my father drove it, I had to), a 67 Firebird that I went around in listening to the Beach Boys in the mid 70's...so many of them that I miss today. There was a time when I could buy a car for a few hundred bucks that would last me for years. I had a 71 Impala that I loved, battlestar galacticar that it was. It was fire engine blue and I paid 600 bucks for it...it lasted me 6 years. After that I bought a new Mustang and since then, I've never bought myself another OLD car. I've had old cars, but I mean old like ten years old, not classic cars.
When I was a teenager, my mother was on County Board in DuPage County Illinois and one year she had to be in a parade. She needed a convertible and a friend of her's had a son who had a Skylark Convertible. Those two mothers made a deal...the guy wanted a date with me and my mom wanted to use his car so I was traded for a ride in it. I ended up dating him for a while but that didn't last.
When I went to my 10 year high school reunion, we were both there with our spouses and that guy completely ignored the fact that his wife was with him and my husband was with me and he was all over me. He wanted us to all be "friends' and I had to let that slide, I didn't think that either one of us would survive another evening like the one ours spouses had just endured. Besides, he didn't have that great car anymore.
I love cars...I can look at an old classic and tell you what year it is by the tail lights. I was so dismayed in the 80's when all the cars started looking alike...what's up with that? I like the new Mustangs, they're finally trying to make them look like Mustangs again. But for the most part, none of them have the distinction that they had back in the day. I see some nice ones out there, but I'd trade a new BMW for an old Chevy 8 days a week.
The last time that I had to buy a car, I looked in the paper for one of those old classics and they were all thousands of dollars now. I was wondering when people would wise up and charge something for those wonderful old rods. Damn...if I had that old Impala, or that Firebird, I could pay all of my fines AND my bills. And I don't care what ANYONE says, I'm a good driver! Now, I didn't say that I was a LAW ABIDING driver, I said GOOD. There IS a difference. I can drive fast and never hurt a soul. That takes years of experience.
I was in 3 quick fender benders right after I got my license and except for that one incident where I almost hit the cop, I've never even come close to hitting another car. And all 3 of those fender benders were because I had listened to some nit wit who said, "GO!" So, I went and then hit someone. I learned never to lsiten to anyone else when I was driving and I haven't hit anyone since.
People all seem to think that they have a great car because they spent as much as most people spend on a house but they're wrong. A great car is one like my friend's Skylark. Last year I was at a red light and a powder yellow 66 Continental pulled up next to me. That was the prettiest car I had seen in years and if the man driving it wasn't a thousand years old, I would have hopped out of my car and right into his.
Then, I was at the store and when I was walking back to the parking lot, I saw a 67 GTO that was almost totally restored. I was looking at it when the owner came walking up. I asked him if he was doing the work himself and he said that he was. I told him how beautiful it was and he said, "I wish you'd tell my wife how nice that car is, she hates it." I told him that if I was his wife, he'd never leave the house alone.
I guess most women don't appreciate cars like I do. I don't even know WHY I love them so much. I'm the oldest in my family and there were a coupld of boys before my parents had another girl so I guess I was sort of wrapped up in boy stuff for a while there. I remember my father teaching me how to throw a football and taking me to Cubs games. I don't remember my mother teaching me how to cook. OK then...now I'm all psyched. I MUST drive again.
Meg
...with all that's been going on, I really wasn't as upset about not having a license as I should have been. Sure, I want to go someplace, but I forgot about DRIVING COOL CARS!
There's a guy who I've been emailing lately that I met through this thing...I meet the neatest people through this! More than I ever did just walking around life.
He was telling me that he was working on his car and I asked what kind of car it was. I half expected him to say something like he had to fix the tranny in his purple Bonneville or something like that. Then, he sends me a picture of one of the most beautiful cars that I've ever seen in my life!
It's a 64 Buick Skylark convertible and it totally made me want to have my driver's license back TODAY! I can live without driving the Kia...but if I had a cool car like that, I would have to shoot myself in the head for losing my license.
Sure, I want to drive to the store, sure I want to drive to a job, sure I want to drive to my doctor's office...but now I JUST WANT TO DRIVE!
I had forgotten the way it feels to drive down the road in a beautiful OLD car that runs great. I was so wrapped up in my jail experiences that I hadn't really had a chance to think about everything else I was missing. Cars...I love cars. I had forgotten that I love cars. Isn't that funny? How do you get so wrapped up in life and the BS that goes along with it that you totally forget the things that you LOVE to do? Well, I did it, I forgot how much fun that I was missing. I knew I was missing "fun"...I just forgot that I was missing FUN! But that's OK, I needed to be reminded, how else could I ever have FUN again if I didn't remember that it existed?
Cars have been such an important part of my life. I remember a 61 Plymouth with a push button transmission, a 73 Volkswagon that made me claustrophobic to sit in the back seat (but when my father drove it, I had to), a 67 Firebird that I went around in listening to the Beach Boys in the mid 70's...so many of them that I miss today. There was a time when I could buy a car for a few hundred bucks that would last me for years. I had a 71 Impala that I loved, battlestar galacticar that it was. It was fire engine blue and I paid 600 bucks for it...it lasted me 6 years. After that I bought a new Mustang and since then, I've never bought myself another OLD car. I've had old cars, but I mean old like ten years old, not classic cars.
When I was a teenager, my mother was on County Board in DuPage County Illinois and one year she had to be in a parade. She needed a convertible and a friend of her's had a son who had a Skylark Convertible. Those two mothers made a deal...the guy wanted a date with me and my mom wanted to use his car so I was traded for a ride in it. I ended up dating him for a while but that didn't last.
When I went to my 10 year high school reunion, we were both there with our spouses and that guy completely ignored the fact that his wife was with him and my husband was with me and he was all over me. He wanted us to all be "friends' and I had to let that slide, I didn't think that either one of us would survive another evening like the one ours spouses had just endured. Besides, he didn't have that great car anymore.
I love cars...I can look at an old classic and tell you what year it is by the tail lights. I was so dismayed in the 80's when all the cars started looking alike...what's up with that? I like the new Mustangs, they're finally trying to make them look like Mustangs again. But for the most part, none of them have the distinction that they had back in the day. I see some nice ones out there, but I'd trade a new BMW for an old Chevy 8 days a week.
The last time that I had to buy a car, I looked in the paper for one of those old classics and they were all thousands of dollars now. I was wondering when people would wise up and charge something for those wonderful old rods. Damn...if I had that old Impala, or that Firebird, I could pay all of my fines AND my bills. And I don't care what ANYONE says, I'm a good driver! Now, I didn't say that I was a LAW ABIDING driver, I said GOOD. There IS a difference. I can drive fast and never hurt a soul. That takes years of experience.
I was in 3 quick fender benders right after I got my license and except for that one incident where I almost hit the cop, I've never even come close to hitting another car. And all 3 of those fender benders were because I had listened to some nit wit who said, "GO!" So, I went and then hit someone. I learned never to lsiten to anyone else when I was driving and I haven't hit anyone since.
People all seem to think that they have a great car because they spent as much as most people spend on a house but they're wrong. A great car is one like my friend's Skylark. Last year I was at a red light and a powder yellow 66 Continental pulled up next to me. That was the prettiest car I had seen in years and if the man driving it wasn't a thousand years old, I would have hopped out of my car and right into his.
Then, I was at the store and when I was walking back to the parking lot, I saw a 67 GTO that was almost totally restored. I was looking at it when the owner came walking up. I asked him if he was doing the work himself and he said that he was. I told him how beautiful it was and he said, "I wish you'd tell my wife how nice that car is, she hates it." I told him that if I was his wife, he'd never leave the house alone.
I guess most women don't appreciate cars like I do. I don't even know WHY I love them so much. I'm the oldest in my family and there were a coupld of boys before my parents had another girl so I guess I was sort of wrapped up in boy stuff for a while there. I remember my father teaching me how to throw a football and taking me to Cubs games. I don't remember my mother teaching me how to cook. OK then...now I'm all psyched. I MUST drive again.
Meg
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