We bought a new car last month – well, certified used actually, but it’s only a year old. 22,000 miles on it. This is our attempt to maybe rise above, take a shot at that good ol’ American dream or whatever. You know, it’s what everybody wants, to be richer and more successful than the generation before. To make our parents proud.
So this morning our shiny new Vibe wouldn’t start, and we had to watch it be towed away to the dealership to be poked and prodded and whatever. And right there in the parking lot, right next to where that shiny symbol of our progress in life was, is our janky rusted-out old Camaro. Yup, still there. And the muffler is still falling off. And the back hatch is still tied down with a bungee cord. But you know, it starts and it drives.
Funny how life has a way of reminding you exactly where you came from, and from what you might never escape.