I should have been an ad man
Jul 29th, 2008 by Jesse Moore
I’m going to buy a new car. Eventually, I’m going to buy a new car. I’m 31 – and I’m just thinking that someday the time will come again for me to buy a new car.
I bought my last car new six years ago, when I was 25. I love my car. Like an old saddle, the seat is broken in, and like a trusty steed, it gets me where I need to go reliably. I can’t justify the expense of a new car, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting to sit in an unblemished chariot, to breathe in the exhale of treated leather and plastic.
My current steering wheel is eroding – the fake leather wrap wasn’t meant to hold my grip like a saddlehorn. I remember driving old Ford pickups where the hardened amber of plastic had broken from the metal skeleton of the steering wheel. I think the tolerance of the men that drove these rigs before me must have been diminished in the presence of anger. Or nicotine. Or resolve.
My steering wheel quivers at the thought of such men.
Teetering on the cusp of poetry and about to tip in.
Gee, do you think that all farms/ranches have trucks with steering wheels like that? Your words immediately brought me back to those times. Thanks for the memories!