Addaboy: Carefree Days

I passed a man driving in a convertible on my walk home from the train last night. What a perfect night for that...not too hot, a bit on the cool side. It got me thinking about my younger years and where I am right now. My father bought me a convertible in my late teens in a freak incident at an auction. Yes, he was there to get me a car, but to quote him "You got exactly what I didn't want you to get." I guess he was looking at Acuras, Hondas, etc. and instead, I ended up with a white Ford Mustang convertible (5.0) with red interior, etc. Of course, I wasn't the one complaining, but he wasn't happy.

The memories of that car, well besides some scary ones (anyone with rear wheel drive can attest to driving in snow/rain, etc.), there are many fond ones. Driving on the open road with the top down, wind blowing in your hair, the sun beating on your face, etc. Heading down to the beach and cruising the strip for hotties. Hopping in and out of the car with friends...the 90's version of the Dukes of Hazard? The weekends and summers were our oysters. Hell, even during the week...what did I have class 3 hours a day? I even stayed the extra year in college just to graduate with my class so I said...in reality it was to have one whole year to slack off. I could have finished in 3 years or so, but decided to just space it out at the end and took many a Pass/Fail class. I even remember cutting class on those picture perfect Spring days and cruising the lake with people. We were young, beautiful and have our lives ahead of us.

Now, I don't have the convertible any more...I sold it 3 years ago. Life is different than those carefree days that we never thought would end.