you been runnin' all over town now, i guess i have to put your flat feet on the ground

four score...and several years ago... after declaring my independence from the patriarchy,  i bought myself a gift.  the gift of a new to me silver mustang convertible.  i know what you're thinking...how cliche...how passe...  wrong.  it was sassy, within my budget and easily financed.  oh fine. it was cliche.  but how i fell in love with that car.

now here i am, all these years later, same car.  

she's moved to boston and back.  survived teenagers learning to drive.  hauled furniture, lawnmowers, christmas trees and bushels of recycling. the headlamps are so dim, that i leave them on bright.  her roof leaks and she's starting to rust.  at times it's nearly impossible to get the hood up.  the cassette player still works.  

with a daily commute of nearly two hours and beyond high mileage, i occasionally consider buying another car.  i probably need to buy another car.  but i can't bring myself to do it.  is it the drag of having a car payment, problem with commitment, loyalty?  maybe.  or maybe i identify with my car.

and she's never left me stranded.