The last few weeks the car has been leaking transmission fluid so I have not been out and about. However, it has been healed of its weakness and I am once again traveling upon the local highway and byways.  Remember your first car? How it felt to take control of the wheel? Do you remember the adrenalin of that freedom, the power, the thrill of the engine responding to your commands, the responsibility, the fear of the responsibility – I am the oldest child could you guess? Oh yah, it’s a feeling that can’t be forgotten.

My first car, my only car, was an 82 ford escort. Hmm, come to think of it, it was a Ford Mercury but the decal fell off and dad had a Ford Escort decal so he attached it to my car. That was fine with me, I was single with no prospects beyond the distance that the eye can see so my trusty ford escort became my companion.   I was thinking about this as I pulled confidently, and swiftly away from my home. I was free! I was going out and about and I was free! Wait what lane am I in? I need to be in the left lane no problem shoulder check, change lanes, swish, were in the world did that clinker come from! The gray car sped fast ahead of me. It was just a university student driving around his dull gray car, I took a closer look and sure enough the tale-tell sign of a young punk whom affectionately labeled his girlfriends name on the back of the car. How sweet, noone ever did that for me! A nice name, what was it?…. Elexis? Yup, that’s what it read, Elexsis. Whew, at least it wasn’t a fancy car fancy cars are nice colours.   So I am on the road again, freedom, options, adrenalin, and responsibility. Oh, and this little thing about changing lanes we don’t need to bother anyone, say my husband, about it do we?