Saturday, July 04, 2009

Independence Day


I did not cry because I am hormonal and emotional. I only cried because I just drove 8 miles to a nearby village in my first ever car.
The engine is so quiet I can't tell if I've stalled or not and it is the pale, pale green of peppermint cordial. There are a few scratches and a little rust on both of us. I managed the junction okay. I did not stall except once when reversing. I am in love.


Happy Independence Day, all. xxx

8 comments:

Madeline Moore said...

I know exactly how you feel. Two years without a car was a long time for this prairie girl. My 84 year old dad decided to get a babe magnet car and he and my brother drove the '94 Buick from Winnipeg to Toronto to bring it to me. It's white. Like yours, there's some rust, some scratches. We have history, this car and me. It's supremely comfortable. I love everything about it, right down to the two missing hubcaps.
Mine. My car. This is my car.
Can I give you a ride?

EllaRegina said...

Congratulations, Nikki! That's a lovely car. From here it looks silver but I prefer the notion of pale, pale green.

May you log many safe and happy miles (kilometres?) in that buggy.

Go Nikki Go!

Shanna Germain said...

Go Speed-racer Go!

It's gorgeous!

Craig Sorensen said...

Awesome car, Nikki. Congrats!

Nikki Magennis said...

Right, hop in all of you. Three in the back's a tight squeeze but we should make it. Beep beep!

(Where are we going?)

- Madeline, it's just the most incredible feeling of freedom, isn't it? Even if I don't go anywhere ... I *could*!

Emerald said...

Congratulations Nikki!

EllaRegina said...

We can fit! I'm very small, more so because I'm virtual.

(I'm going to Hell, personally, but you can just drop me off and continue to wherever you're headed. I suggest a body of water.)

Nikki Magennis said...

Thanks, Emerald! (And hell sounds like fun, ER. For a day trip, at least.)