Recently, Ray and I bought a friend’s Mustang convertible. He wanted to sell it and we tried talking our kids, friends, and even a few relatives into purchasing this decent used car at what was a reasonable price. Finally, when everybody turned it down, Ray and I decided to buy it after Ray learned that the gas mileage was pretty good. Never, not once, did we think of the car as something special. It was a practical decision based on a decent price.
That was before Ray drove it home with the top down. He came inside and said, “I think you’re going to like this car.”
Since then, we’ve driven all over town with the top down, loving every second of it. When we made the trek up to Ojai on Pacific Coast Highway, I think we both might say that was a near-peak experience. Feeling the wind in your hair, seeing the bright blue water of the Pacific and listening to “Good Vibrations,” coming out of the speakers (Ray made a special CD) was just plain fun. I felt 16 again, though I didn’t ride in a convertible until I was 27 when Ray introduced me to his Triumph TR4. We both loved that car.
So, Nico and Luna came over for the night last weekend and we decided to take them home in the Mustang. Once they were inside, we put the top down and they both got excited. As we backed out of our driveway, Luna looked at me and said, “But Grandma, aren’t you too old for this?” I laughed and said, “I’ll never be too old for this!” She gave me a look and said, “What about when you’re 106?” My response: “Especially when I’m 106.”
Off we went to Pasadena and all the way the kids were laughing and putting their arms up like they were on a ride at Disneyland. When we arrived at their home, I said, “See what I mean, Luna?” She hopped out of the car and said, “Oh, Grandma, nobody would ever be too old for that.”
There’s something wonderful about riding in a car in a nice temperature with the top down. It feels as if there is promise in the air.
And, no, I’ll never be too old.