|
|
 |
A Test Drive of the 2012 Corvette
By: Bunny Shulman
There amongst delivery trucks, SUVs and taxi cabs sat the Corvette I was destined to drive. So regal was her bearing that as I approached, instinctively, I named her Elizabeth. It wasn’t the shine that gleamed in the smog or the curves of her body that lured me to her. Rather, it was her stately demeanor. I shivered in anticipation. The driver’s door opened, welcoming me to her kingdom. And before I knew it, I was a sitting behind the wheel of an elegant yet sporty vehicle about to drive in the city streets of Manhattan.
I am a grandmother in my seventies and like to drive something sturdy and compact. I want the security of knowing the automobile will be trouble free. But also, I want a bit of fun, a style, a well-designed vehicle with up-to-the-minute technology. I could tell you about the dashboard, or the leather interior, or the adjustable steering wheel, or the convertible top that goes down without effort. I could regale you with the ease and comfort, and the stability of this well-crafted machine. Rather I’ll simply tell you it’s truly my dream-machine.
Later, I got to know her better. She sat waiting in readiness outside my door and I fell completely under her spell. It was then that I renamed her “The Black Beauty.” She winked at me at all hours of the day and night. She spoke a language I came to understand.
“Come,” I’d hear a whisper. “Come. Let’s go for a ride.”
And I’d obey with the eagerness of a teenager, newly smitten with a young love. From a distance I admired her fine physique, and upon entering the car of my dreams, I surrounded myself with her glamour. It was a perfect fit. The comfort of the seat, the aroma of fine leather, the craftsmanship of the smart dashboard, all welcomed me to the role of driver. With the touch of a button, the radio sprang to life. I ran my palms over the suede steering wheel, pressed the start button and the engine purred in readiness. What power was hidden beneath the hood! Easily I backed from the parking space, put the Beauty in drive and we were off to the beach, to a broad expanse of white sand, known as Cooper’s Beach. A crowd gathered at her entrance to the park, admiring her fine lineage, her throaty voice and superior carriage. She’s not loud and boisterous, but serene and dignified.
Later, as we drove through town and down Main Street, she acknowledged each passerby. “Ah,” she purred, “Try me, and you’ll fall in love.”
Yes, the Black Beauty speaks the truth. Smitten and feeling young at heart, here I am in my later years, infatuated by a noble dream-machine.
From: Grandma Meme May 28, 2012
I am a grandmother in my seventies and like to drive something sturdy and compact. I want the security of knowing the automobile will be trouble free. But also, I want a bit of fun, a style, a well-designed vehicle with up-to-the-minute technology. I could tell you about the dashboard, or the leather interior, or the adjustable steering wheel, or the convertible top that goes down without effort. I could regale you with the ease and comfort, and the stability of this well-crafted machine. Rather I’ll simply tell you it’s truly my dream-machine.
Later, I got to know her better. She sat waiting in readiness outside my door and I fell completely under her spell. It was then that I renamed her “The Black Beauty.” She winked at me at all hours of the day and night. She spoke a language I came to understand.
“Come,” I’d hear a whisper. “Come. Let’s go for a ride.”
And I’d obey with the eagerness of a teenager, newly smitten with a young love. From a distance I admired her fine physique, and upon entering the car of my dreams, I surrounded myself with her glamour. It was a perfect fit. The comfort of the seat, the aroma of fine leather, the craftsmanship of the smart dashboard, all welcomed me to the role of driver. With the touch of a button, the radio sprang to life. I ran my palms over the suede steering wheel, pressed the start button and the engine purred in readiness. What power was hidden beneath the hood! Easily I backed from the parking space, put the Beauty in drive and we were off to the beach, to a broad expanse of white sand, known as Cooper’s Beach. A crowd gathered at her entrance to the park, admiring her fine lineage, her throaty voice and superior carriage. She’s not loud and boisterous, but serene and dignified.
Later, as we drove through town and down Main Street, she acknowledged each passerby. “Ah,” she purred, “Try me, and you’ll fall in love.”
Yes, the Black Beauty speaks the truth. Smitten and feeling young at heart, here I am in my later years, infatuated by a noble dream-machine.
From: Grandma Meme May 28, 2012
Have your say
© 2013 Macaroni Kid, LLC