argue that it's because the novelty hasn't yet worn off yet, but
I just have to say that I'm loving this open top motoring experience!
After a cautious start in quite horrific driving rain and wind
followed by a few days of gingerly driving around getting used
to the car, I'm feeling right at home in my convertible British
Racing Green MGF.
Like an enthusiastic page
three model on a Spanish beach this
car can't wait to go topless! Day or night the car is simply better
with fifty thousand miles of headroom. I'll grant you that these
first few days are like the
honeymoon period of any new relationship, in which
every moment is like a breath of fresh air that leaves you
almost gasping for more.
Perhaps I shall settle into a more steady routine in due course,
but for the moment I'm a kid with a new toy, or more accurately
a thirtysomething with a new sports car! Surely this is the time
to enjoy such a thing, to soak up the feeling and create tales
to recount in the future?
Take tonight for example. I finished up at the gym at my usual
time of about 11:30pm. As I stepped outside into the parking lot
the air was warm and humid from an earlier rain shower. "So
what if it's dark," I thought to myself. "It's not raining
and that's good enough for me. Tonight I'll drive the long way
Two hours later the five minute journey from the running machines,
free weights, hot tubs and steam room is just about coming to
an end. The long way home is far from home and that's just fine
with me. With the phosphorus glow of street
lights behind me, I'm driving freely upon silver paths
through rolling fields. The trees look like clouds as my
headlights flood them in bright white light. Every time I
think of turning back the radio pumps out another great
song that seems like the fitting soundtrack to such a drive.
If there was a soul beside the road as I passed they would hear
the pitch of an engine with its horses unleashed and the shriek
of a stereo warped by Christian
Doppler's effect. If
not blinded by my lights then maybe the beam of my
smile would be visible as the sleeping countryside was momentarily
stirred from slumber.
So I drive the silver lining watched only by the stars, feeling
like this one moment on its own could almost be fulfillment
of a motoring dream. And yet, I relish the fact
that there are sure to be many more times like these, nights like
these and roads like these ahead.