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7.18.2004
Most days I forget that I own a sports car. Sure, its fourteen years old and I got it primarily because it met two requirements: Hatchback for carrying around equipment (I was in a band at the time) and having at least a six cylinder. I wanted a car with something better than a four because I assumed that it would hold up better. I tend to think that fours are pushed too hard by highway and stop and go driving. Some days though I remember that I do have the latent ability to accelerate at something that might be called thrill-worthy. This day, with the sun not so bright, the heat not so debilitating and the wind just kind enough to blow I was reminded of my sports-car owning status. So on the way back from he grocery store I decided to take a nice little scenic detour. The popsicles would stay frozen for a few more minutes. (scuse me.. frozen fruit bars.) Set the stage. Back road, with signs posted: Speed Limit 35 MPH, Narrow Bridge; cows watching from behind flimsy wire fences, Maroon 5 cd in the player, singer singing about Sunday Morning (which is still a day away!) and me hoping that I wouldn't get stuck behind a tractor. Always a real possibility around here. Turn right past the boarded up Git and Go, slow climb up the hill where it always sounds like my tires are ripping velcro strips from the pavement, up and over the small hill and glide down into the low area where a truck is parked in the grass alongside the road, over the bridge, look right to see if anyone is out fishing on the creek, accelerate under the highway and brake as we enter the tree covered one lane bridge right before the neighborhood. Coast for a minute or two and punch it for the climb, over a narrow hill wide enough for maybe one and a half cars and we're up on the farmlands. Down once more and to a stop, turn right onto the good road and ride it out till we hit the neighborhood. Remember to check the fluids. Temp good, pressure good... fuel, ok. I have a slight grin on my face and the tops of my forearms are a little numb from the blowing wind. |
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