Lost a Few Years

I was rather surprised when I heard the garage door open and Michael suddenly appeared at 3:00 yesterday afternoon. A nice surprise. He said, "Are you ready?" Ready? For what? "The first road test down the coast in the 1966 Mustang."

So, with windows down and the heater on, we drove south of town along the ocean. It was sparkling clear and exciting. At first, it felt very strange. We are so used to nice modern cars with their safety equipment and their quiet exhaust systems and their fuel injections. It was LOUD, it had that gassy smell about it that I had forgotten and as we drove, I felt the years drift away. I remembered driving this road, in a 1966 Mustang about 40-years ago. 

As we were driving a long downhill, a car coming north started flashing its lights. Cop ahead. Michael slowed down and we passed a Sheriff hidden on the side of the road. We turned off into a beach parking lot and took a photo. We told William we were taking his car places and would send photos. This one was labeled, "First visit to the beach."

He and Michael texted back and forth after we got home. He is so looking forward to driving it. It is fast. It is loud. Thank goodness they put seat belts in it!

After we got home, Michael went through the car and it all looked good. Nothing leaking, Nothing loose. As he was in the garage celebrating with a small bourbon and fixing little things in the interior, the oxygen company driver came to refill my liquid oxygen tank. He LOVED the car and asked Michael if he would start it up which made Michael's day. I was in making dinner, went back out to the garage after 20-minutes and there were two men standing around a car talking cars. From the beginning of time with cavemen sitting around a fire, it was such a male moment. The driver told us that we were the youngest older couple he has ever met! What? We are old? After driving that old car down the coast, we both had forgotten and felt like kids again.