So, yeah. I bought a car. Call it a mid-life crisis; call it compensating; call it whatever you want. I did it. I’m not sure why, other than I’ve always wanted a red sports car. A Corvette convertible, to be specific, but unfortunately I don’t fit. So I bought a red Mustang instead.
Specifically, it’s a 2007 Shelby GT 500. Yes, it’s a pretty kick-ass car. But it really isn’t about the car. It’s about listening to a tiny little inner voice or thought and taking a bit of a leap and actually acting on the idea.
It wasn’t completely impulsive. I did some research. I don’t know how long I’ll own the car. I don’t know how much I’ll get if or when I attempt to sell it. It isn’t an investment. At least not from a monetary sense.
It was an investment in ME. An investment in FUN; in living life, of saying “why not?”
Cars are transportation, aren’t they? Meant to take you on a journey, or to your destination? Sometimes they can be so much more. This ‘trip’ started with a one-way plane ticket with a 6:00am departure on a flight to Baltimore. Then an hour on a morning commuter train to Philly which led to a taxi ride to finally meet with my salesman somewhere in New Jersey. Plane, train, and automobile. Wasn’t there a movie with that name?
Sign some paperwork, slap a tag on the car and then I’m off on the first twelve hours of my experience. Twelve hours of city, mountains, freeway and learning how to handle a 500 horsepower, six-speed beast of a machine.
Just the beginning. Since purchasing the car last June, it’s taken me to many unexpected destinations. A fall color tour through Northern Michigan:To a drag race track in Mid-Michigan:And to several locations to serve as a model in my developing interest in photography as well:Making the decision to listen to the voice, and to act on a dream has also connected me to some really cool people. Members of my local car club; participants in car shows far and wide. Parades-and the chance to have my photo taken with our reigning Miss America 2013:
I’ve even had the opportunity to interact with those whose job it is ‘to protect and to serve’
The car has helped deepen a relationship with my nephew, who came along with me on a 48 hour whirlwind road trip to a ballpark in Kansas City. Which, come to think of it, also served as a bit of confirmation that it’s ok to move on with life.
Visiting ballparks was a journey that my ex-wife and I had been making together. Until the marriage ended. But the dream of visiting all the stadiums didn’t need to, and hasn’t died with the divorce. The car has been a part of all of these things.
Compensating? A mid-life crisis? I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I bought a car.
Oh what a ride!