As I drove my Jeep to the beach today, and noticed as Bobby and I always do, fellow Jeep drivers never fail to wave as though we are in a club together, just as Harley bikers do for each other. It made me think of how very easy it is to fall prey to the seduction of a vehicle.
To each it’s own is what I always say.
I’m not one to judge, never have been the type to gossip, sit around to make decisions on another persons life choices, to say what is good for them, isn’t good for me. Who cares? I see no point in wasting my breath to make such bold statements. I just know what is good for me and what I like.
So, if a person thinks hitting the gym for vanity sake only, to grab a young date, buying a sports car will reduce the true number of their age, have at it! I for one, like aging. I don’t plan on hitting bingo any time soon but when Bobby called me one day to say, “Hey I wanted to get you a present at the car lot, but it didn’t work out.” My response to him was “Oh I’m sorry sweeetheart..” while in my mind, my response was, “Oh thank the sweet merciful Lord..”
As sweet as it was when I walked in to find the wonderful love of my life kissing me to put keys in my hand, I walked around the corner to find it. He was grinning from ear to ear. It was beautiful. It also literally was such a low rider, it layed on the ground, literally. I would’ve torn the hell out of it when I was 22, I thought. She isn’t here anymore though.
I gotta tell ya, the longer I drove it, the more that people in their 20’s were staring at it, the many times I cracked my neck to see the stop light, I was having guilty thoughts that it may be time to make a break.
One morning while I looked at the deal in print, and once working as a car salesman, while being good at it, until my mom made me quit because my girl was a baby, I had to sit my Bobby down to break the news. It was time to let go of who we once were. That young girl wasn’t here anymore, he had his truck, and the little blue sports car was not only overpriced, but it would keep me in a time warp.
As much as I followed a marriage rule of my mom’s, ‘don’t ever mother your husband.’ Mama bear had to speak up.
It inevitably was one of those times that I took the initiative to sell it, make a profit of thousands, and go buy some great collagen cream for under my eyes.