The other day,
my normal Waikiki routine
turned into
British Motoring
Festival Day!
This beauty at the Post Office
screamed
"LOTUS!"
[ and whispered:
'Get IN' ]
It was stirring a memory. . .
laying practically on my back
like watching TV in bed. . . .
oh yes!
Dad's yellow Jaguar-
Photo courtesy Harmon Motors
Seems to me, I only rode in it once.
[I was on my own by then.]
[I was on my own by then.]
But that ride was memorable.
One thing I DO remember:
It was finicky about starting
in the rain.
A Ford Transit
sat nearby
Nice size
for a business on an
island.
the Transit is Not TOO big, like some
vehicles I could mention. . .
HEY! A few blocks away:
Another British motoring icon!
But I couldn't get that small van
out of my mind;
It was evoking
something,
something from childhood.
But what?
GOT IT !
Going to work for the day
with Dad in his
"English Ford."
This was before 'compact cars'
when the Volkswagen
was still new
-and strange-
to those accustomed to
BIG American Cars !
Funny
how EVERYTHING
can bring you back around
to something you
keep remembering
anyway.
Often when driving
I remember one of the things
he said near the end:
"I just wish I could
drive my car."
Remembering that
brings joy
back to driving,
and dissolves
traffic blues.
Often when driving
I remember one of the things
he said near the end:
"I just wish I could
drive my car."
Remembering that
brings joy
back to driving,
and dissolves
traffic blues.
Miss ya Dad
& Thanks to YOU, my friend
for looking in
for looking in
Warmly, cloudia
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