It was love at first sight. I was doomed. She had me.
My eyes filled with delight.
A boy and his dream together at last.
I open the door and sit on the seat,
her odor fills my nose with legacy and age.
Sitting there for a few moments soaking it in,
it's like a shoe that's too big, but it fits just right.
I run my hand across the wheel
pump the gas, turn the key and she roars to life.
A smile creases quickly across my lips
Her motors sings loudly for me.
Therapy on wheels.
my heart races as her engine throttles
her pace matches my own.
I talk gently to her,
and inhale her gasoline odor.
Easing her gently out into the road it begins,
driving heritage, a dream, a piece of American pride.
All eyes pay respect, others are compelled to yield to her royalty.
A beauty returns to her full majesty, the way it was meant to be.
What is it like to achieve a long lost dream?
To have something so selfish and considered a toy?
It's freedom. It unlocks the soul. Heals the heart.
Refreshes the mind.
Fixes what was once broken.