|Focus on the car, not the skydiver in front of it.|
You know how sometimes you say something cliche' out loud to yourself? Something like 'If I only knew then what I know now....' or 'I wish I was a young as when I first thought I was old"? No? Well, If that's your answer then you are most likely too young to understand this post.
My guess is that you can understand it just fine though, considering my demographic.
That being the case you will totally get what I was feeling the other day as the I was looking back on an old post I wrote here nearly 6 years ago. It was called 'File Under Dating Advice' and it had a picture of my High School set of wheels (seen above), a very cool '74 Malibu with swivel bucket seats, new rims, a cool new paint job, and a totally awesome cassette tape sound system on which I cranked the likes of Van Halen and Def Leppard while cruising through my junior and senior years of High School.
Hint: If you read that old post, you'll probably be envious of my pants so unless you want to spend the rest of the weekend green you shouldn't do so.
Yeah, those were the days(Not really as I have found much happiness since - read my archives)
You know, as I reminisced about my old car that my Dad and I fixed up I realized something that could either make me chuckle a bit, or else feel pretty envious of my younger self. I realized that my 'Old Car' was only a mere 10 years old when we fixed it up. And that we bought it for only about $500.
I say ouch because currently, along with Mrs. LIAYF, I own two cars, 2. One of these cars is already 10 years old this year (we just paid it off a couple months ago), and the other is 15 years old - half again as old as my first HS car - and we still have 2 years of payments left on it!
Plus, both my current rides have backseats sticky with crumbs and remnants of long ago used kid snacks.
Just part of the joy of being a parent.
Oh how I wish I had that 74 Malibu still sitting in my driveway, all paid off and ready to drive to the grocery store to pick up....well overnight diapers or cold medicine, or something like that. But you get the picture. I would surely have many driveway moments finishing off a Quiet Riot song.
I would just have to dig out my classic cassettes, stick my pinky in one of the holes to tighten up the tape, hoping it hasn't twisted.
And get wild, Wild WILD!