But that’s not why I love it. I love it because every so often - not too often but sometimes - when it’s summer and I’m riding with the top down and the wind is blowing my hair, an image or a sound or a smell will catch the corner of my mind and that Saab will morph into a 1964 Rambler American convertible. White with a green top and green vinyl upholstery. White wall tires, broken radio, manual everything.
And for just a moment…in that car...I’m 16 again.
How about you? What has the power to take you back, and to when?
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Hot summer days, swimming in a beautiful blue highly cholorinated community pool.
I go for hot summer nights! Crickets chirping, frogs singing, and unknown creatures snuffling and creeping about, the musty smell of wool and canvas, the crackle of a campfire ... even now with high tech gear I can climb into a sleeping bag after a long day outdoors and I feel 12.
Anon - I know who you are...don't forget the sunblock next time.
Todd - I'm not sure...when I was 12, I had trouble with the unknown creatures snuffing and creeping. The smells and the sounds, yes. The unknown creatures, not so much.
At three in the morning a chipmunk sounds like a bear outside a tent.
Todd - My point exactly!
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