March 10, 2009
Sonja
Mmmmmm...
I miss my car. And I don't mean simply having a car. I miss my car. I admit, I didn't like it at first. It was red. It was a coup. It wasn't automatic. Why would a girl want that? Well, little Sonja grew on me.
Red became exciting. And only two doors? Big deal. As far as automatic was concerned...so overrated. Now I love the feeling of a shifter in my hand, my foot clutch-ready. There's nothing more amazing on an open road. Concentration became natural. Freedom became mandatory. Just thinking about Sonja sends this warm feeling throughout my chest.
Then I remember that she's sitting in my grandma's yard, wishing i had the money to put her back on the road.
scullerymaid at 3:19 p.m.