A Woman and her Car

Hi Everyone!!!

Someday, perhaps, in a different time - a different blog - another day, 

I might just get a post out by noon....

That's my new goal. Soon.

When I turned 16, (which was on a Friday), I was behind the wheel that night. My 76 T-bird was filled to the rim with girls laughing, talking smack about boys and re-applying our lip-gloss. We were headed for the drive-in. I've never looked back. Mom swears she didn't see me for at least 2 years.

My Mom always told me she'd never, ever be without a car. It was her source of freedom. Her way of dealing with the hardships of motherhood, a job and marriage, I suppose. 

I think she felt she always had an option sitting in the driveway... 

For me, I saw my car as a source of fun. A way to be in charge of my nightly destiny. 

Of course I've had a few wrecks and lots of speeding tickets.

However, as I have aged, I see my car as a necessity. It will always be a 'way out', like it was for my Mom, but I see it more as proof of my independence. I have grown very adept at taking car photos without even crossing the yellow line. I can also eat, put on make-up, dig out my CD's from the backseat, and have a deep conversation while applying lotion to my legs. Is it safe? Nope. But I still feel a bit of control when I get behind that wheel. And, I'm a very good driver...

Here is proof:

Do you also have a love affair with your driver's license? 

Off to hit The Citizen Rosebud's shoe shine!

Reva :)