Tonight two people slowly rolled back door #1 on a private garage. Inside sits a quiet black shadow, just as I left her – my heart goes out to the car.
She’s ready for inspection now … but I’d argue not ready for the road. My shoulder’s shag, there’s no time left for anything other repairs.
“I’m really going to miss this car.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, “But it’s just a V6.”
“But she was the first of her kind.”
For a moment we’re both quiet.
He tells me where the battery charger is because she wouldn’t hold a charge when I brought her in, but I want to see if she’ll start first … and she does… on the first try. I back her out of the garage and let her sit for a few minutes. We talk about her some more before I take off for home.
Somewhere on the Interstate, I turned on the radio … and it goes right to my station … I look just to the left … the tripometer reads 14.x miles.
My eyes tear up and I have to blink them back as it dawns on me… she remembered.
I ask her for full throttle … and she stumbles.
My eyes tear up again.
Maybe she’s trying to tell me something. That she’ll never forget? That I can do better? That she’ll never be all I think she is or was … that there’s something out there… that there’s something better... That she’ll never forget.
I can’t bring myself to tell her this is the last time she’ll ever see me…. I hope she doesn’t know.
The Virus....
07/12/05
She’s ready for inspection now … but I’d argue not ready for the road. My shoulder’s shag, there’s no time left for anything other repairs.
“I’m really going to miss this car.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, “But it’s just a V6.”
“But she was the first of her kind.”
For a moment we’re both quiet.
He tells me where the battery charger is because she wouldn’t hold a charge when I brought her in, but I want to see if she’ll start first … and she does… on the first try. I back her out of the garage and let her sit for a few minutes. We talk about her some more before I take off for home.
Somewhere on the Interstate, I turned on the radio … and it goes right to my station … I look just to the left … the tripometer reads 14.x miles.
My eyes tear up and I have to blink them back as it dawns on me… she remembered.
I ask her for full throttle … and she stumbles.
My eyes tear up again.
Maybe she’s trying to tell me something. That she’ll never forget? That I can do better? That she’ll never be all I think she is or was … that there’s something out there… that there’s something better... That she’ll never forget.
I can’t bring myself to tell her this is the last time she’ll ever see me…. I hope she doesn’t know.
The Virus....
07/12/05
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