I remember my first car. It was Beach Boy days. It was beach and car songs.
It seemed more gentle then yet I know it truly wasn't.
We were right around the corner from Vietnam. The world as we knew it would change forever. Yet that one summer. That one summer moment.
It all came together with that car. I remember the movie…A Man and A Woman. That car was in it.
Sometimes one summer holds a mystery. It tells such a tale. That summer was the car.
The adventures we had. Although it is motorcycles now, it was first that car.
Red, convertible, 4 on the floor.
The perfect summer car before the world changed.
Still brings a smile to my face.
An ageless experiment.