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Looking forward to Riding Along In My Automobile
My Ideal Automobile
Now that my children are grown, I have visions of "Riding Along In My Automobile" without a care in the world. In my fantasy I have a brand new black convertible Ford Mustang powered by a 4.6 liter, single overhead cam V-8 engine with 315 horsepower and 325 foot-pounds of tire shredding torque. And, of course, with black interior and premium nickle aluminum wheels.
For as long as I can remember, that has been my ideal car. I've just always been "too responsible" to have the beauty. The wild and reckless look didn't quite fit the image of a young mother of two. But now, I can be a bit more crazy or eccentric without it reflecting negatively on my children.
Yes, the field trips of today are of my own making and with my choice of company, not the assigned list of children with sticky fingers.
The Test Drive of My Ideal Automobile
In anticipation of my purchase, we loaded in my SUV and headed for the Ford dealership. My husband was willing to buy the car for me immediately. My father and mother went with us to the dealership. The idea of a new car always excites my dad. My mom just wanted to see what all the hubbub was about.
The car lot was full of these magnificent creations! They had yellow, blue or red aplenty, but where was my black beauty? The salesman joined us in our search and directed us to the one black mustang convertible on the lot. He handed me the keys and I felt like I was 16 again. I grabbed my mother and off we went. We put down the top, fastened our seat belts and let the engine roar. Oh yes, folks, it was indeed the call of the wild. I pulled to the end of the lot driveway, looked left and right, saw I had a break and peeled out. I laid rubber right there in front of my father, my laughing husband and the pale salesman. My mother grabbed the dash and off we flew. It was exhilarating! Scaring my mother only added to my devilish pleasure and egged me on. We drove down the block, made a u-turn, and sped back to the lot. As we parked, I looked at my mother, her hair was literally standing on end but she was smiling, probably because she knew the test drive was over. As mom stumbled from the car, I leaped from the driver's seat, ready to cast caution and responsibility to the wind.
Then the sticker price hit me. I really felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Why did my dream car have to cost almost as much as our first house? It was too shocking. My dream just turned to a nightmare in a matter of seconds. No one else in my little group of conspirators thought it was too much. I was the naysayer of the party. I needed time to think and consider the cost. There it was, right there in the car lot, returning with a vengeance, "responsibility."
The Resolution About My Ideal Automobile
It is really very simple. The basics of fiscal responsibility. When I can set aside enough money to purchase the black beauty without having to sign a note, I will go back to the dealership and bring home my dream car.
For now, I will sit back, enjoy my supportive family and dream.
After all, we all need a dream!
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© 2009 Cynthia Sylvestermouse