My car is the living embodiment of 'busted up'. A glory in its own right, the grey paint is chipping away, the engine doesn't quite catch very well anymore, the upholstery is shredding away from the foam, and the floors always seem to catch any or all dust, dirt, grime, hair or other ugly unseemly particle. And that's just the good stuff.
Despite its terrible appearance and known quality to intimidate passengers, I do love that car. It's been passed down from superman, to superman, to wonder woman, and it has always been very connected to those who drive it. Few understand the way the engine seems to smile as you pass 50 miles an hour and just let that little Supernova fly. I do, and I love it.
Unfortunately just yesterday the Supernova and I did not see eye to eye. I was taking him out for a spin to the public library (I am a wonder woman after all, frequent visits are a must to keep up with the times) and after a quick drop off and pick up, we were headed home. The windows were rolled up, because a slight nip was in the air. Unusual for the Supernova, since the air conditioning leaks on the driver's feet and the fans blast hot air most of the time. But I didn't mind. Sleigh bells and turkeys and all that ho ho ho business were clouding my thoughts. The romantic notion that the windows being rolled up meant winter was upon us was practically singing in my brain.
I get off the freeway, listen to my wonderful music and sing out and loud, and head home. My purse, books and phone all nestled in the passenger's seat beside me. I make the slow turn onto my street and then...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...!!!!!!!!!!
BAM!!!!
Stop.
Everything stopped. I panic.
"Crap! It really died!" was the first thing I thought.
I thought that car would drive forever, like your first pet or that one hit wonder on the radio. I turn the Supernova off, wait, and turn him on again. Nothing. Only flashing engine lights, emergency break lights, and every other light that flashes red. I decide to get out.
I circle the car, looking at all the tires and touching the hood of the car to see if he's hot. He's hot all right, just like his name. I decide to get back in and give it one more go at starting up. And then I see them, my keys, in the ignition. I look at the door, locked. The windows rolled up for seasons greetings. All of a sudden my purse, phone and books didn't look so cozy, they looked downright gluttonous on the inside of that car.
"Damn. Crap...What the hell?!" I don't encourage wonder women to use profanity in any way. It is distasteful unless used in light humor, and usually just makes everyone around you uncomfortable. But times like this, it's ok.
A few people up the street saw the whole thing.
"You need help honey?" a woman said. She walks down the road to meet me.
"Yeah, my car broke down, and I locked my keys inside when I went to look at it."
In that small conversation an instant relaxation came over me. Another wonder woman, I could sense it. She had it written in her very DNA. Even superheroes need saving, and boy did she ever help a wonder woman out. AAA was called, a tow truck came, phone calls were made, cars busted into and keys restored in the proper hands.
All I can say is, God Bless Wonder Women, WW
Everything stopped. I panic.
"Crap! It really died!" was the first thing I thought.
I thought that car would drive forever, like your first pet or that one hit wonder on the radio. I turn the Supernova off, wait, and turn him on again. Nothing. Only flashing engine lights, emergency break lights, and every other light that flashes red. I decide to get out.
I circle the car, looking at all the tires and touching the hood of the car to see if he's hot. He's hot all right, just like his name. I decide to get back in and give it one more go at starting up. And then I see them, my keys, in the ignition. I look at the door, locked. The windows rolled up for seasons greetings. All of a sudden my purse, phone and books didn't look so cozy, they looked downright gluttonous on the inside of that car.
"Damn. Crap...What the hell?!" I don't encourage wonder women to use profanity in any way. It is distasteful unless used in light humor, and usually just makes everyone around you uncomfortable. But times like this, it's ok.
A few people up the street saw the whole thing.
"You need help honey?" a woman said. She walks down the road to meet me.
"Yeah, my car broke down, and I locked my keys inside when I went to look at it."
In that small conversation an instant relaxation came over me. Another wonder woman, I could sense it. She had it written in her very DNA. Even superheroes need saving, and boy did she ever help a wonder woman out. AAA was called, a tow truck came, phone calls were made, cars busted into and keys restored in the proper hands.
All I can say is, God Bless Wonder Women, WW
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