But for every dream thats shattered, another one comes true. This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new. And he told me to take her and make her my own... Took Baby out for a spin today with the weather being so nice. Went to the bookstore in Federal Way and ran a few errands around town. I know most of you know just how much this car means to me. It was my dads. His pride and joy. His dream car for a long, long time. A dream that came true in 1997. Ill never forget the way his face was lit up the day we went to the Mustang Ranch in Fresno to buy it. And his face when he climbed behind the wheel to take it home. He was so happy! He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, it was so damn cute to see. Every once in a while, Id head to the garage for something and catch him standing there, just looking at his car, smiling. Hed bob his head, laugh and say I got a Corvette! This car... its probably one of the most precious possessions I own. And NOT because its a Corvette. Because it was HIS car. Because it embodies and represents my dad and his essence. When I think of him, I always think of him behind the wheel of his Baby, the T-tops off, his sunglasses covering his ice-blue eyes and the wind blowing around his full head of light brown hair. A half smirk planted on his face while he drove. He told mom that if something ever happened to him, that he wanted me to have the Corvette. I guess he knew just how much the car meant to me. It was my first teacher in auto-mechanics, and my dad fueled my love for American muscle cars at a very young age. He must have known that it would be safe with me. But the car is not just important to me, its important to my whole family, because the car is an extension of my dad. Something corporeal of him, now that hes gone.I know the car is legally mine, but I feel like it will always be his car, like hes just loaning it out to me. And its a security blanket too. When I miss him the most is when Im behind the wheel of his car, but its also when I feel the closest to him. And when Im listening to those horses thundering underneath the hood, beating along to the sound of his iPod blasting out all his favorite classic rock songs; I feel like if I just glanced over at the passenger seat out of the corner of my eye, Ill see him there with that same half smirk on his lips. Happy that his baby, and his bob are a team now. and as strange as it sounds, I sometimes wonder if the car doesnt miss him as much as I do. But Im glad I have it. Despite all the upkeep it takes. Weve got a long road left to travel together... Carry on my wayward son, therell be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Dont you cry no more.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 02:24:53 +0000
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