It's been 9 years since I moved to SF, and therefore since I've been car-free, but I still fantasize about having one. And I'm always looking at cars. Not unlike a kid who dreams with wonder about new video games. A candy isle. Outer space. At the age of 10 I was sure I needed a Super Fast Corvette. It blew my little mind and having one would say "success" fairly well. Though I no longer feel that way about 'vettes I still dream about cars.
Over the years I've dreamed about a million cars. But in reality, my cars have been a short list of lack luster beauties like the '66 Chevy Biscayne, the '82 Honda Civic sedan, and a '92 Trooper. However, the one I left behind in Georgia, my last car, my favorite, was a 67 Chevy Malibu. A small but mighty 285 engine and the vintage color of turquoise. Not blue or green. Turquoise. That color was an enigma. One day I would be absolutely were it was green, a cloud would pass and it changed on before my eyes. It was a good car. Wide bench seats made for awesome drives to the beach.
But anyway, I digress. I loved the car. I love cars in general. And if you asked me today, I'd get this Alpha Romeo that I drove by on my way home tonight. Maybe not in red like this one, but it's awesome none the less. Isn't it?
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