As I am notorious for my procrastinating ways, it's a good thing that my boyfriend Rob knows how to light the fire under my derriere! A couple weekends ago, he decided that we need to clean out the garage, which meant lots of dust and dirt and many trips to the dumpster... but we got most of it done. I believe, however that Rob had other motives for cleaning the garage. I think it was only to pay homage to the wondrous piece of metal that is setting under it's shingled roof. And I could not have agreed more. So after airing up one tire and some break work, we rolled her out of the garage. It was a pity of how much dust was on her. To think, this car once roared down the drag strip! The giddy daydream that it could once again, was overwhelming. I teared up. I love this car. This car and I belong together. My red hair and that beautiful green paint...oh my my! So we cleaned her up, stood and looked at her long enough for several gaukers to break their necks while driving by and one man to stop by and drool over her. We then rolled her back into the garage in hopes that someday she'll be ours!
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.