The other day I was helping a friend take some stuff to Goodwill, furniture and stuff that she doesn’t want to move to her new place when her current lease is up. Her daughter’s boyfriend was helping load and unload the rental truck and after dropping it off he was gushing over my Mustang.
He just couldn’t stop talking about how nice it is, and how it gets better gas mileage than his ten-year-old Honda Accord and has more power. It was his last two questions that really got me though.
He was watching me row through the gears from light to light and had to ask, “doesn’t that get annoying after a while?” Um, no. I prefer it. It’s more fun. Of course he thought that he just couldn’t do it.
I was driving as I normally do, quickly, despite the early evening traffic. “So how many tickets have you gotten in this car?” Wait? What? Tickets? Um, none. I’ve had no tickets in the last 5 years, and in the 5 years before that I only got a ticket for expired inspection sticker. These are the merits of age. The older you get, the easier it is to avoid those things, despite driving a flashy car.