much missed and cherished convertible is back.
She still makes noises and currently has no back seats, but she’s running.
I have missed my little car.
I mistreated her by making her pretend she was a Jeep, but she took it.
I will mistreat her again to get to the places I need to go and she, as she always has, will understand.
She knows me, my dreams and aspirations.
She understands my yearning to see and photograph.
I’m very happy to have her back and hope she knows how much I’ve missed her.
She’s mine; she was always meant to be mine.
I won’t trade her when I am finally able fulfill my lifelong dream and get a Jeep.
No, she’s safe here. She will always have a place in my heart (and in my driveway).
I’m pretty sure she knows that.
She took me to my falls many, many times.
She took me to the high places at Clingman’s Dome in the Smoky Mountains, where snow fell heavily in October.
She took me, in the pouring rain, to Hungry Mother Park in Marion, VA
She took me up and down Big Moccasin every day, stopping often so I could photograph my favorite trees.
She took me, more than once, to the Outer Banks of NC.
OBX again …
and again.
She took my girls with me many times …
many times.
Yes, I’m very happy to have her back.
Very happy, indeed.