Thursday, February 22, 2007

Driving Miss Crazy

Ah, there's nothing like a road trip! Or a trip on the open road. Just ask my friend Amber.

When we were younger ... junior high, early high school ... Amber and I both had the sort of homes we loved to abandon - if only for a little while. We'd hop in the car and gab and sing and laugh and window surf (until the preacher saw us). We'd spend countless hours at each other's places, dreaming of the time we could hop in the car and ride forever, sans our mothers' be home by... following us out the door.

Ah yes. Heh-heh. What we could only dream of then we do now. It's fun how friendship and girlhood dreams sometimes come full circle, isn't it?

Yep, Amber called me recently and we formulated a plan: gorge ourselves on Chinese food (although we're both on diets - she on the anti-white food diet, me on Weight Watchers. But it was a buffet. You cannot be on a diet anywhere there's all-you-can-eat pork. Are you kidding me? When did a diet ever keep a good girl down?)

Oh, but yeah. The plan. It was to get full on Chinese, and ended with fueling up Amber's beautimous Ford Falcon and going for a drive.

Omgosh, it was the stuff teenage dreams are made of.

After I got in the driver's side, slumped in, and insisted on hiking my leg up and through the rolled down window, Amber took my picture and we were off. She drove, of course. It's her fantastic car... she's cool that way. Besides, I thought maybe she could use a shot of remember-what-it's-like-to-be-in-the-car-with-crazy-Brin. I grinned and shrieked and cackled as we turned out onto the open road - sans seat belts, of course - and took in the scenery. It was liberating. It was exhilarating.

I was a little crazy, I think.

But Amber, calm but feisty, sweet but hilarious Amber, took me all in stride. She has to, you know, we've been friends since ancient times.

Anyway, all this to say that girlfriends are truly special, are they not? Whether you're a new friend or have been with me since Aquanet-sprayed bangs, I just wanted you to know that I adore each of you and hope you're well today. Thanks for blessing my life with such great moments, great memories, and great trips!

(And to you, Am... I love ya! Thanks for gassing up the old Falcon and driving Miss Crazy!)

The Lord bless you and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you;
The Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.
-Numbers 6:24-26


Anonymous said...

Hey Brin!

I would be glad to take you for another ride anytime, just give me a call. It was really a good time and brought back old times. You are the best and I love you my dear friend.


smilnsigh said...

Oh wow! Wondering what year is Amber's beautimous Ford Falcon?

I had an original Firebird, red of course! Drove it for 13 wonderful years and son drove it to college later.

Same son now has a ... Mustang. And for the life of me, I can't remember the year. But I'll ask and get back with it. Beautiful old cars need their proper year attached! ,-)

And we have a restored 1930 Model A Ford and husband has a 1950 5 window Chevy truck! Which he loves "more than life itself". >,-) It's blue and he put new white walls with reddddddd rims on it. Snazzzzzzzzzzzzzy. :-)

Wow, you got me going, with that pic of the Ford Falcon!


Anonymous said...

What a fantastic day you had; to bring back childhood/teenage memories!

Sixteen Chickens said...

My best girlfriend and I used to cruise around our little town in a Ford Falcon looking for hot guys in front of the pizza place... until reverse went of the transmission... and then 3rd... and finally I was pushing it up a hill. Ha! Good times. Thanks for helping me remember.

Anonymous said...

To answer on the year of the Falcon, it is a 1963 1/2 Falcon Futura convertible. I also have a 1965 Ford Mustang. (restored which we show)

These are only two of the cars that we have. Maybe sometime I can get Brin to go back in time with me and we can show you some of our other cars. Maybe like a history lesson for the kids who have never seen things like that except in books. Even one that is old and rusting can be beautiful when you see the potential in it. They are kind of like people themselves if you can just close you eyes and hear their past; family picnics, road trips, or just the daily grind.


Brin said...

Thanks, Am, for answering MN's question. I have no clue about old cars. All I know is they are cool and don't have seatbelts! (And you KNOW I'll be back. You'll have to get an human-sized fly swatter to beat me off.)

MN - your comments always crack me up and brighten my day. I'm jealous of your old beauties! If you're ever in Texas, drop by so I can slobber, okay?

Patsy - Isn't it great to relive memories like this? Glad to "see" you! Hope you have a great weekend!

Wylee - Totally cracked me up... trying to picture you pushing an old Falcon up the hill in front of hot pizza guys. Funny how these things come flooding back to us once something triggers it, huh?