From the moment I walk outside and press the remote control to open the car doors and I hear the confident ca-chunk-chunk of them unlocking, it’s all theater from there on out. The inside light comes on and then gently fades once I turn the key.
When I reach a few miles per hour, the doors lock themselves back, again.
Ca-chunk-chunk.
Pure theater.
And with the windows down and Peggy Lee singing “Fever”, every turn I make is fit for a TV commercial. If I need extra power, I just punch in the button that turns the overdrive off. If I can’t hear Peggy quite well enough, I punch the button that rolls up the windows.
I’m not used to such luxury, so ca-chunk-chunk sounds almost like a symphony some days.
Or at least an overture.
An invitation to enjoy driving again for the first time in decades.
All from a fuel-efficient Ford Focus.
Fuel-efficient, yes, but still with balls big enough to out-perform BMW’s on the highway. Or at traffic lights, for that matter.
With Peggy Lee in the background and my Baby running for the roses, I can’t lose, now can I?
Me and Baby and Peggy Lee: theater on wheels. Life in motion. Heaven on Earth.
Who knew I’d find it in the parking lot?
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