Today while I was driving home from Walmart a strange thought crossed my mind. My little red 1987 Plymouth Sundance was nearly stuffed to the seams. I had two toddlers strapped in their car seats, both little heads drooping, on the verge of sleep. My Walmart purchases, bagged and piled on the passenger seat beside me and in the trunk amongst the usual mess was a big, heavy sack of chicken feed that the gentleman at the feed store very kindly placed there for me. Why this thought popped into my head I do not know and why ever, in my neutral state of mind that I sternly convinced my self to 'be in', took this random thought and elaborated is nothing short of interesting. Sometimes, well more and more lately, my little red car will stall while I'm idling at a red light. Troy said it has something to do with the timing being off, my sister suggested that it's the fuel injectors being blocked -- who knows. It just stalls. I discovered a while ago that if I put my car in neutral it usually prevents the stall. This take me back to the part about 'sternly convincing myself to not think too hard today...to let my brain coast in neutral to 'prevent a stall' in my own emotions. That part was kind of interesting. Because there really isn't much more to do when I'm driving I start to ponder other ways that my car and I are alike. My car and my self are trusty, we both have our bad days but usually we can work it out. My car is little but very, very solid. Nuf said about that if you know me well enough. My car is certainly not fancy and appearance wise its pretty safe to say that neither my car nor I give a damn. I tune into the country song that is playing on the radio. I like the song and certainly can't imagine a more suited genre of music to be played in the dust-covered car. The one and only bumper sticker plastered on the back of my car reads 'If I didn't own a horse, this would be a Ferrari'. My life is made up of that same theory and I've said many many times that I'm living this exact life I have because the things that are important to me are the things that I choose. Sure I could be living in some crumby apartment somewhere and have lots of nice new things but I choose our farm and a dusty, out-dated collection of our old things. My car has been hauling me and my family around for quite some time just as I have been hauling my family and children around whether is just running errands or moving us from one situation to another. My car might be small but it sure is a fighter and can kick most 2 wheel drives' butts when it comes to plowing through snowy driveways with its tires as good as a heavy pair or rubber boots. I own several pairs. Boots, not tires. My car is also fairly low maintenance - I guess in my case it would depend on who you asked, but I consider myself low pretty low maintenance! Anyway, this is sort of a silly blog but I wanted to write it anyway. It just got me thinking that I love my car and perhaps there is deeper reason behind that than just 'it runs' I can't picture myself driving a Pick up or a station wagon. Which has rubbed off on which? People say you take on your dogs persona or at least tend to choose a dog sub-consciously with the same persona, can you do like wise with your car? Is this why Troy doesn't like driving my car? Is this why Troy looks so funny driving my car, it's not just the size thing? It now makes sense to me why Troy had such a hard time selling his broken down Dodge Ram pick up. because if Troy was a vehicle he would, with out a doubt, be that pick up. As I got closer to home I wondered if I was maybe going a bit crazy or if I maybe had one coffee too many this morning or if I was simply 'that' bored that my brain spent almost 20 minutes thinking about this. While getting ready to sit down and write this blog I decided that I was not crazy or hopped up on caffeine but that I think I'm making sense. For those of you who know me, you know that my life has been a bit confusing and hectic lately hence the forced neutral mood I decided to put myself in this morning. So far today I haven't 'stalled' even once. I think sometimes just deciding to not think is the best option. Just as I unloaded the car I also unload my head, which was also busting at the seams and it worked. My car and I are both 'testy' on damp, rainy days so to both my car, and my, pleasant surprise it decided not to rain today! For now I hope we can both just keep rolling right along!!
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