I experienced a moment of vehicular affection this morning. No matter how old I'm getting, I don't get tired of the wind blowing through my (thinning) hair, or feeling the rattle of the ponies under the hood (and the rattle of my bones). Even though I was driving to pick up my teenage daughter from a sleepover, in my imagination I'm a teenage hottie myself, independent, free, singing along to the radio and cruising topless.
“You are what I never knew I always wanted”
12 years ago
2 comments:
TOPLESS???!!! Do we have enough insurance?
Do you think you'll get a lot of use from that tag "topless"? Hmm.
Great post--and awesome picture. It's funny how the right music, the right speed, and some air through the window (or top down) can take us back to our teenage years. But now you've got a better car!
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