Let’s get happy like the Flowers!
While looking at responses to today’s prompt, by the post above, I was instantly reminded of a ton of good things and responded with a long comment and a ‘thank you’ for the memories that were given to me because of their words! Happy thoughts to add to my foremind.
When I clicked to send it, for some reason it vanished. I’ve no clue wth happened, so I decided to write a post instead!
The post, linked above, referenced a quote from The Fast and Furious, which I might as well call my background noise 8-10 hours a month, easy. Maybe more… there…I’ve confessed. If you haven’t seen the old movie “The End” with Burt Reynolds and Dom Deluise, do!
The post reminded me of my dad. He was a car guy from as youth as a youth can be. He understood the need for a good ride that reflects you. My youngest memory of such a thing is a picture of my hateful fitch arse sitting on a purple tricycle! When my dad couldn’t find a purple one, he painted me a purple one! He’s also rumored to have disassembled a VW Bug outside then reassembling it inside… of a friend’s living room, not requested!
He raced cars, built them, diagnosed them by phone, bought, sold, hauled with an 18 wheeler, tow dolly, hitch.. cars…cars…cars…all the while giving directions over the CB to many a lost traveler, roads to avoid, and laughs, then opened a car lot. He became known for the guy who would have whatever part you needed in his ‘car pasture’, located where a pasture use to be.
He also gave me a car at 16 years old (had a full license, go NC!), old and half-safe as it was, it was a BEAUTIFUL THING! Another time, he gave me a stick shift, which I didn’t know how to drive. He said not to worry, after I get embarrassed stalling out at a few toll booths, I’ll figure it out. True that….NJ toll booths have no time for this!
I also remember the feeling of being free in the night, driving with all the windows rolled down, singing with my little sister “no sleep ’til *$&#man!’ as we headed out towards home.
Night driving was always my solace.
Except one time in Canada, a story where my dad came and saved me by rigging my car to get it and me and my baby across the US border in the end.
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