I wonder if everyone has had a car that they loved? I sure hope so.
Or at least done something once that they are glad they did, or proud of, or just felt “cool” doing it. So you can look back and say “I did that”.
I saw this little blue Mazda RX7 zooming around the corner at the lights today, and it made me smile. As I heard it’s buzzing rotary motor and watched as it sped past and couldn’t help myself as I put my own foot down with some sort of mechanical memory of what it used to feel like. Well, you don’t get the same feeling in a 7 seater Chrysler Van. No no no, you sure don’t. My van is pretty go-ey though. For a van. And it will cart 7 people, that’s pretty good.
Oh come on… who are we kidding, “that’s pretty good”. It’s not good, it’s “practical”. Boring. Responsible. Unexciting. Large Family Car. LARGE. I feel like I will never own another cool car in my life again.
I have been eyeing off this little convertible across the road for sale… oh slap me.
So, now that I am a grown up, with 4 children and the need for a large family car – I see the good in being sensible. I wouldn’t want a silly high revving, low to the ground, only fit 2 people in it stupid car. No way. Not me. Not even a little bit. Well, maybe just a little bit, and you can fit your kid brother in the back with his legs around his ears (hey CB), and a dog in the boot. No, no no, I wouldn’t want that now.
Know why? Because I have “been there, done that”, and it gives me a nice feeling that I can let go. I can say ” I used to have this cool car”. I used to drag the boys at the lights… and win… (mind you I still win in my Chrysler, although no-one is racing me) I enjoyed driving home every day, I even loved washing that car. What I guess I mean is that it’s not a wish unfulfilled.
One day…. I might have the little sportscar again. When my children have their own cars, I am old and my knees completely give out on me, hopefully they have booster seats like those armchairs you can get that help you up.
I hope you all have something in your life that is a fulfilled wish.
I guess if we start counting I have plenty — and my 5 biggest wishes fit into my van.