So to properly bid farewell to the Mustang, I've decided to acknowledge a few memories about it.
- First off, I've realized we don't even have a picture of the Mustang, so we need to take one tonight. It's weird to think one day we'll tell our kids, "Daddy used to drive a convertible," and I'm sure they'll think that's the weirdest thought ever, because it's difficult to imagine your parents young and hip. A photo will help the cause. I know this because as a child, I was fascinated by a photo of my mom sitting on a step next to her VW bug.
- I remember while getting ready for dates, I could always tell when Mustang had pulled into my apartment complex because the engine in the Mustang is so loud. So I'd be getting ready in the bathroom (wow, that's a weird thought - getting all "gussied up" for him), and know when he's about to ring the doorbell because I could hear the car.
- There actually were very few occasions that we'd ride with the top down. This is mostly because 1) Oklahoma wind, and 2) Mustang didn't want to get too much sun. So the few times that we'd put the top down felt like a treat (well, aside from the first time going to Easter service, when I was concerned about my hair). When the top was down, it felt exhilarating. Alive. Adventurous. Of course this feeling may just be me, an "inside girl" who defines adventure by riding in a convertible.
- After we dated a while, I put a ponytail holder inside the glovebox. I felt a little sneaky because I, the girlfriend, was keeping something in his car. Kind of like Carrie staking her claim in Mr. Big's bathroom cabinet, but on a smaller scale. Last weekend, when we cleaned the car out, I found the ponytail holder. Good times.
- A drawback to riding with the Mustang's top down was that it attracted a lot of attention. Typically, I hate drawing attention to myself, so this bothered me for a while. But then I decided I could kind of have this alter-ego in the Mustang, we could crank the music up, draw attention to ourselves, and be "those people." It was kind of fun.
- And that leads me to my greatest sense of affection for the Mustang...because it embodies Mustang himself. He doesn't mind attention. He's confident, fun and sexy. When I think about him driving that car, I picture him with his sunglasses on and smiling.