Nancy's new owner did come for her after all. It was late Saturday, but he showed up unannounced with his girlfriend and seemed as chipper and bright as ever. I couldn't possibly let go of her after all these years without a final embrace, so I quickly offered to ride along to the gas station just to soak in that noise, torque and Porsche feel one.last.time. We chatted idly along the way about his plans for the future of my car but I wasn't paying a lick of attention beyond what one needs to fake a conversation. No, I was building a final memory of that bittersweet machine; like waiting for the last drop of that sweet wine to land in your glass. We inevitably made our way back and I stepped on to the pavement and waved, forcing a smile. At risk of sounding unneccesarily dramatic, the next few moments were deliberately imprinted in my mind. I watched Nancy (or whatever her new name, if any, may be) back slowly out of the driveway, and steadily increase her speed as she sped up the street with a howl, finally disappearing behind a pine tree hiding a curve in the road.
And that's how I'll remember her: letting a fierce howl pierce the still air as she charged into whatever lied in store beyond that bend.
I think I shall toast to her tonight. Wait - not to a car, because let's face it that's just silly. No, I'll be toasting to my own triumphs and failures during the last few years. Between when I popped that hood and when I slammed it shut, I was sure to learn valuable lessons and techniques, without fail, every time. That say experience may be the best teacher - I honestly believe my car embodied that. She was as an adopted child to me. I searched for someone to bring into my life, I toured the facility where she and many others had been abandoned and I chose her. I signed the papers and took her home not to teach her anything, but to be taught the power of determination and sheer force of will.
Never would have thought I could write more than a solid paragraph on the merits of automobile restoration but here it is! Amazing lol
Tomorrow is another day of laweryin' and paperwork. I have daydreams to keep me company and whisper in my ear sweet nothings of what can be.
Oh! I meant to write a little diddy on something I find funny:
Merchants or otherwise that insist on over emphasizing the French names of wine - especially when they're terrible with pronunciation LOL
"Oh this one, sir? Yes this is a lovely SAWVINYON BLONK!"
"Myself? Well I haven't had much experience with this particular RIZE-LING.."
/rant.
I'm sorry. I just find it awfully hard to stifle a laugh while the teller attempts to show off her wine expertise :p Not that I'm much better, but I know when the jig is up!
Have an absolutely splendid evening, my loyal subjects.
