I drive a Saab 9-3 convertible. It’s a really nice car. Silver with a black top and black leather upholstery. It’s several years old but amazingly ding free. It handles well, has great pickup and gets good gas mileage. It has one of the highest safety ratings for the back seat passengers of any convertible, and I carry very precious cargo in my back seat. It's even sporty enough that I get the occasional, “Hey, nice car.”
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?