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To: abuelita who wrote (27293)	6/28/2003 3:16:56 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 104197

it's a glorious morning - i'm going out to the yard to take some morning pictures of some flowers. It was a glorious morning over here as well. Nice and cool but warming as it grew older. I hit the road early in my old ragtop convertible. I had those old farm roads all to myself. Had Dylan playing live in the tape deck. (That tape has been in the car since I bought it. It has Dylan on one side and Allman Bros on the other. The age of the music fits the car.) It was such a good feeling driving that car this morning. Between the open air feeling, the sound of the engine's deep purr and growl, and the new clarity in my head from reading that book of ours along with other enlightening stuff I've been picking up here at NNBM, I had such a high going. Drove 50 miles of winding back roads just for fun. I spent a good part of last week cleaning up the car because I was thinking of selling it so I could buy myself a motorcycle. I've been planning on getting a Harley or a metric cruiser (Jap bike that looks like a Harley at 1/3 the cost). It's a tough decision on whether to sell it or not. It sure is a pretty car when she's all shined up. Sometimes I forget that. At times I feel this car has too much soul to just give up on it. But I also focus on how it is showing more and more signs of rust. It's hard to find the time to work on it. If I just let it rust away it will be shame. Perhaps someone else should have it and breath new life into it. Wednesday I printed out a For Sale sign and set it up on the dashboard. Then my boys saw it and looked sad that I didn't want to keep it any more. Both of them told me that they love that car. Thursday I took it to the mechanic to get the state inspection done. The boys thought they were never going to see the car again. Figured someone would buy it right away. The next day when they saw it in the driveway they were so happy and excited. That sort of got me a little bit emotional in my thinking but still could see the common sense in selling it and getting a new motorcycle that would be trouble free for several years and use up less real estate in the garage or driveway. Ten miles from home today the For Sale sign began to flap around in the breeze. I said to myself, if the sign flies out of the car while I'm riding I will not sell the car. As I hit the excellerator the sign lifted up and looked like it was going to fly out. I began trying harder to get it to leave the car. Almost hoping it would but letting forces of nature decide its fate. It lifted up again suspended in mid air for a few seconds and then flew down under the seat. Oh well, I said. I guess it wasn't meant to be. Then all of a sudden it blew upward and did a few somersaults. It landed on the passenger seat. As I raced down the road I could see my street getting closer. Faster and faster I went. The sign remained. I made the turn and headed up the hill towards my house. Drats. I turned the floor fan on high and punched the excellerator. Fly out darn it! The paper made a few more sommersaults. Then came my driveway. Oh well... I pulled in. Brought the car to a halt. Shut off the engine and just sat there. The car and I were exhausted from trying to get that darn paper to fly out. My boys came running out of the garage. They were worried and didn't know where I had gone. They stared at the car and smiled asking where I went. I looked down at the For Sale sign that sat in the seat next to me. Thought for a second. I reached over, picked it up and looked at it. Then I crumpled that piece of paper and tossed it to the boys. As far as I'm concerned, the sign flew out of the car. I'm keeping it. The motorcycle is going to have to wait. -FourWheeledPontiacMotorcycleRider