Auto Cover
Dad had an old beat-up, black Mercedes that he used to transport himself to work in. I like to sit in it afternoons after school, when the warn sun would beam in. It had a shiny wood interior, and when I slammed the door shut, it made that wonderful new car sound. It sounded tight, and it shut out the rest of the world. It was old but not an antique. If it was around these days, it certainly be graced with a plate like this and covered with some delicate wisps of snow.
You motoring around this weekend? I'm hanging close to home.
What a fine detail: you sitting in the car after school. Sounds like my brothers. Sitting there, checking out the dashboard, imagining yourself driving . . .
ReplyDeleteThe only kind of "auto cover" I've ever known. :-)
ReplyDeleteI've often thought that I wish I still had my very first car. It would be worth more than I paid for it these days. No motoring for me. I'm headed to a huge culinary event at the Phoenix Art Museum.
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ReplyDeleteNice old car. We've done our traveling for the past couple of weeks. We are staying close to home this weekend and enjoying being home. In a couple of weeks we'll go South again and to the high seas for awhile.
ReplyDeleteYes, I can remember back when car bumpers were chrome. That was only about forty-four ago.
ReplyDeleteNice old Volvo. But it ain't pink! And it doesn't have eyelashes!
ReplyDeleteNo motoring in my little Tacoma this weekend. Still cold here. -- barbara
ReplyDeleteI've owned a few Volvos (none this old) but never a Mercedes. Now it's just a solid Honda. Don't want to drive anywhere this weekend. Too much work, need down time.
ReplyDeleteFun looking car.
ReplyDeleteNice old Swedish Volvo.
ReplyDeleteYou should take a look at Steffe`s PINK car!:)
I will not go anywhere.The strong flu has kept me at home for nearly a week.
Winter seems to be still quite present! Here we are expecting unusual snow between tonight and tomorrow...
ReplyDeleteMoving story about the car!
God bless you!
Cezar
Our trips this week-end consisted of going from one restaurant to another.... num, and I didn't care what kind of car we were in!
ReplyDeleteYour dad had an old Mercedes? Well, excuuuuuuse me!
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