Thursday, August 25, 2011
The Muscle Car
It was true. I did look awesome. The noon-day sun reflected off the chrome finish, blinding anyone who dared to gaze at my resplendence. When the light turned green, I pressed my foot to the floor and took off like a shot leaving nothing but a cloud of dust in my wake.
I drove for miles as the wind whipped through my hair, engine roaring. There was nothing but me and the road. I slowed down as I approached another traffic light. Any other day I would have plowed right through the red light, daring any law enforcement to even attempt to catch up with me. But today I wanted to make sure everybody saw me.
Heads turned at the rumble of the engine. Passers-by nodded in approval. The sun shone bright on my face and the warm breeze tousled my hair. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet summer air.
As I slowly opened my eyes I was violently dragged back into reality when a sippy cup hit me in the head. The top flew off and cranberry juice splashed everywhere turning my minivan into what looked like a grizzly crime scene. The rumble still filled the air, but I sank low in my seat as I noticed people staring at my 2000 Windstar that was shaking from the growling engine. I sank my head in shame. When the light turned green I said a little prayer and rocked myself back and forth willing the van to move forward and pick up speed. I pressed the gas pedal to the floor, reaching a top speed of 25 miles per hour in about thirty seconds.
Posted by Kim at 7:19 PM