Saturday, June 01, 2013

barefoot blue jean nights

As I backed out of the driveway under a humid night sky, I missed my old car. Bold red exterior, black fading to gray on the inside. Heavy on the gas pedal, light on the modern technology, slow to cool or heat when the weather was the opposite outside. We did all right by each other, driving over those bridges and back roads. You know what I mean. The sort of places that understand you.

1 comment:

Tony said...

It was a good car.