The Need for Speed

My first car was a 1969 Ford LTD. It was a puke-green color, but the back seat served as my "tack room" and it had an 8-track tape player BUILT IN TO THE DASH! YEAH! I think I wore out three cassettes each of Eagles Hotel California and Boston "Boston" in that car. The coolest part was that it had glaspacs???? which I'm told are mufflers that make a super neat noise. I wasn't real sure about that.. but I did have to carry a spare can of gas and jumper cables wherever I went. :-)

I spent a couple of years driving a Ford Escort. Yee freaking Haw. But it did get good gas mileage back in the day when we thought that $.79 per gallon was expensive.

Then........... omg......... I found the car of my dreams... or so I thought. Rambling along in South Omaha, I stumbled across a small car lot that had a 1974 ultimately teal-blue Camaro. YEAH! I dragged my brother up to check it out and I paid the $1,500 dollars and brought that heap home. I looooooved that car!

I had that car for several years before my ex decided it was too antiquated for his rapidly increasing social status so we sold it to a neighbor kid and he found me a 1984 PERFECTLY blue awesomely lovely 1984 Camaro.

I must hand it to my ex that although he hated me, he did appreciate some of my eccentricities for a while.

Due to some very unfortunate and very bad-karma circumstances (a guy backed into Jay's truck and I chased him down), I killed my 1984 and cried my heart out for months over the ordeal. Luckily, the car didn't kill me in the accident because I came out with just a few bruises, two black eyes, and stitches in both knees. My car was totalled. It does make me wonder why everything bad that happens seems to be something that involves Jay. But that's another story!

Sooooooooo I headed back to the lot for a replacement. I found a perfectly gorgeous 1989 model but in a color that didn't thrill me. A week later when I went back for some warranteed maintenance I looked down the line and there was a blue Camaro that was shouting "You are a week late and you miiiiiiiisssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeedddddddddddddddd meeeeee!" Yep, I did.

(only in maroon color although this is MUCH prettier)

But the maroon car was a screaming bitch and I had one hell of a time with her. Unfortunately, I succumbed to testerone influence and traded her in for a truck for my "new love". How stupid of me. As a result, the man in my life then drove an awesome huge beautiful black Chevy Truck and I settled then for a P.O.S. Toyota Celica that was cute but did NOT function well on anything but clear clean pavement (some day I'll tell you about my snow-driving experiences.... the Camaros always got me through).

...... Ok, I digress.

Tonight a friend showed up in his 19-something Iroc. I didn't even think to ask him the year because I was drooling and wetting my pants so bad as I was circling her and peeking in the windows. My daughter and a friend of mine separately offered to wipe my mouth because I was beside myself with awe.

I was afraid to even touch the machine. But I did.

I peered through the window.

I gazed at the beauty.

Then............ the friend who owns the car said "the keys are on the seat". That's all it took.

I got in. I sat there. I adjusted the seat thinking "I'm home". I adjusted the mirror. I looked at the keys. I put the keys in the ignition. I fired her up.

Bye now (vroooooooooooom) :-)

I backed out of the parking lot and thought I was just going to go around the block. F! the block, I headed out of town.

I got her up to 90 with much more left. Since the totalization of my 1984 I'm extremely hesitant to push the limits... so 90 was my limit but I sooooooooooo wanted to just keep flooring it and keep going. I'm such a chicken!!!!!!!!!!! I now leave the speed up to the horse because they have a brain when mine fails to think rationally.

I drove three miles out of town a lot faster than Buck, Janie, Jay and I got two days ago lmao. And it was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! To feel that kind of horsepower under you is an incredible feeling and there was so much horse left above that 90 that I was beside myself wanting to push to the next level.

I turned around at an intersection and headed back to town. I tested the limits again on a straight-away and took her back up to 90 again. Ohhhhhhh to have a nice flat run where I could push it further... but alas... I had to back down.

I passed a friend's house and honkhonkhonked! I stuck my little hand out and waved as big as I could! :-) I'm sure she wonders "who is that maniac in that black Camaro???? (hee hee) it was me and I can't wait to tell her.

I rolled back in to town and turned into the lot. I then learned that I am only the third person who has ever been allowed to drive that car and I was positively BEAMING!

Horses and horsepower. The need for speed. I think I must have a death wish lmao... but man it sure gives me one hell of a thrill even at the puttery speed of 90.