the car is falling apart, too. well, not badly, but it’s now four years old, and both me and ol’podna used it to learn driving. it has a scratch here, an indent there, a big crack in the windshield, and the last time i looked under the hood, the insulation was off the pins. whatever.
it’s one of the rare occasions i’ll be out of the office for the weekend, and perhaps a couple of days more. looking forward to the couple of hours, couple of hundreds of miles, even to the noisy chatter and inevitable complaints in the back. ‘he started it!’ ‘no, you started it, liar!’. ol’ podna next to me, watching the speedometer and frowning when she thinks that a pass is risky.
always hoping that the better days will return and i’ll have again the chance of longer rides while we’re still all together. there are not many years left until it won’t matter anymore.