The Ford Wagon!

I climbed into the silver Ford Wagon and slid onto my seat. As soon as the A/C kicked on I could smell the faint fumes of Marlboro Lights and spicy cologne. The cord of the radar detector dangled from the sun shade above the driver's head to the cigarette. With the roar of the engine turning over comes lights and many beeps from the little black box in the sun shade. There are a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses in the middle console that I desperately want to try on. As the car starts to move the wind blows hair in my face poking my eyes. I move my head to the side adjusting to avoid further injury. I glance into the back seat and see computer parts and pieces everywhere. Jimmy Page is now shredding his double neck guitar on the stock stereo. I feel free, cool, and grown up all at once. I can't wait to be just like the driver of this new Ford Wagon.

This is the memory that came to me today when I had to drive an old Ford Wagon at work.

Peace and love,
RJ Dietrich