Dear Mom isn’t she a beauty

Dear Mom isn’t she a beauty

Lots of guys say, “I wish I kept that car I got when I got out of college.” I never have to say that because I did. A 1988 black Toyota Supercharged MR2 with the full sports package. In its prime it could out accelerate almost anything at the light and even more once it got up in rpms. Not to mention it had four disk brakes, could stop on a dime and cornered like it had suction cups on the tires.

When I got it I visited all three coasts. Staying with friends it was my summer of freedom. I just got out of college, sold my business and took some time before I moved on with the next stage of my life. It was my first car that was really my own, the first I paid for all myself and probably the only car I ever bought new. There have been years I just kept it in the garage or under a cover but I always take it out, give it a tune up a good wash and I am off again. This time of year I take the T-tops off and drive it around just like it was 20 years ago. One of the coolest feelings in the world is the slightly chilled night air nipping at the back of your neck with the furnace on in the car to take the edge off. You really only get that two times during the year and this is one of them.

I have considered getting a new sports car, but why? To go fast? I can still do that and besides I haven’t made a habit of speeding in years. To pick up girls? If they do not like my old sports car would it really work out in the long run anyway? I mean really, would I ever give up my prized baby after more than 20 years? No, I only need one sports car. Besides to really consider a new car I would have to have more garage space.

Love Mike