Buying Your First Car - Memory
Of A Lifetime
with other "firsts"-- a grade-school love, a kiss, or the first slow-dance
with a special someone - the new car holds a place of honor. Enshrined
in a private wing, it represents one of the most rare and valuable
pieces in the
entire collection. Wrapped in original emotion, it remains unchanged
by time; each, the memory of a lifetime.
Standing in the gravel behind the pavement of the dealer's lot, she
mingled with the plain fleet cars. Like a shy schoolgirl at a dance,
she waited in the shadows beyond the powerful lure of spotlights.
Even in the unflattering light her beauty was striking. No question
about it, heads would turn in her presence. The man who won her heart
would indeed hold a prize. Something stirred within a soul.
The invoice posted in the window confirmed expensive tastes. To have
and to hold her would require more than mere words of commitment.
To truly possess her would cost everything--a high price in a world
full of choices. The lights of distant lots beckoned.
A search of dealerships uncovered a host of other beauties awaiting
revue. On well lit lots they pranced and strutted with the practiced
charm of showgirls on stage. Flashing their finery, they passed in
endless parade shouting bold proposals; "No money down! Low monthly
payments!" But none compared to the shy beauty waiting quietly in
the shadows, her image a haunting vision on a sleepless night.
Daylight reveals unimagined loveliness. Long graceful lines and subtle
curves create a picture of stunning beauty. Her richly jeweled dark
jade finish glistens in the warm sun. Well-accessorized accents verify
her refinement. From gently sloping grillework to finely sculpted
rear end, she is every inch a lady. A beating heart quickens.
Squaring off near her shoulder, a man in a tweed sport coat appears
suddenly. Like an overprotective brother screening suitors, he approaches,
questioning intent and honor. Apparently satisfied, the man unlocks
the door. A respectful distance is maintained as introductions are
made. It is a pleasure to meet.
Changing tactics, the man begins listing her many virtues. "Tilt steering
AM/FM Dolby stereo with cassette dual front/back speakers built in
multi-directional antenna air conditioning glove leather 60/40 split
electric seating fully adjustable for individual comfort power windows
and door locks cruise control rear window defrost electric moonroof
Circling, he points out other features which he finds attractive:
hand painted pinstripes dual racing-style side mount mirrors
all-season Goodyear steel belted radial tires with raised white lettering
radial tuned suspension fully rustproofed and guaranteed for five
years or 50,000 miles!"
Nervous smiles are exchanged. Breathing becomes more labored as a
pounding heart pushes blood to reddening ears. There is no longer
any question about others. No other could possibly satisfy the desire
that has been awakened."She'll bear your children and carry groceries or a trunk full of
heavy luggage," the salesman continues, patting her rear with an air
of too much familiarity.
An outstretched door beckons, welcoming closeness. Skin innocently
brushes skin. The feel is soft and silky smooth. The subtle aroma
of her sweet perfume thrills heightened senses. "Go ahead and climb
in," the man in tweed suggests.
Supple leather seats, the color of doeskin, invite a gentle touch.
Overhead, a velour canopy surrounds a rectangle of pale blue sky.
Tanned nut brown with curly maple woodgrain trim, the dashboard contains
instruments deposited in hope of such a day as this. The odometer
reads 10.4 miles. Others may have snuggled in the well-contoured seats;
they may have taken her away, out of sight of prying eyes, but they
never got far. Only one would truly capture her heart. To one, she
would give everything.
"Why don't you take her for a ride?" Patch pockets surrender the keys.
"Go on. Get acquainted. Introduce her to your family and friends.
Go on, she doesn't have to be home for quite awhile."
Seat and shoulder belts hug lightly the first time. Adrenaline, pumped
by an overcharged system, rushes through every muscle. Nimbly she
two-steps into traffic, moving her lithe body confidently through
the crowds. Dancing close, she expertly responds to the lead, swaying
gently to the rhythm of the road. Cool air whispers in warm pounding
ears. Desire, swelling to a crescendo, keeps pace with the throbbing
bass of a heartbeat. Love demands to be satisfied.
In an afternoon, decisions are made and plans quickly develop. It
is not a long courtship, but the romance will continue; such love
will last through time and eternity.
As in the ancient Eastern tradition, haggling over a bride price begins.
An offer is made followed by a counter-offer. Observing shallow breathing
and the flush of excitement, Tweed Jacket remains firm. Love has been
exposed. A deal is struck; a thousand camels change hands.
From the corner office, another man is summoned. Dressed in a charcoal
grey suit, he arrives to pronounce his blessing. A shiny new key ring,
solemnly placed in an outstretched hand, symbolizes the exchange of
vows. The parchment document, signed and witnessed, makes the union
official. With a squeal of delight, the honeymoon begins.
Years later, doors sag and squeak. Her fine finish, dulled by the
sun, no longer glistens. Leather, once soft and supple, now appears
stretched and wrinkled. The dance has slowed; time has taken its toll,
but promises made "till death
" are not quickly forgotten. Love
still sees the young beauty full of charm and grace. It is a memory
that will last a lifetime.