I want to take a drive in an old Mustang. Its paint is chipped, fenders dented. It has rust in the wheel wells, and the left side mirror is cracked. It is confident in its imperfection.
I’ll sit in the bucket seat, leather upholstery worn down, and relax with you at the wheel. I will smell that moldy old car smell with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation.
We’ll drive in silence, even our thoughts drowned out by the thundering engine. We’ll take the back roads like we used to, too fast, losing our stomachs just for the joy of it.
Maybe we’ll even break down along the way. As we wait for a tow, we will sit on the grass alongside the road and admire the view.