August 2021
Author's Note: I bought a new car over the 4th of July weekend. I had ordered it, sight unseen, without even sitting in a model. It has been years since I bought a new car, and though I easily found reverse, the experience reminded me of my first brand new car.
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Brown, the color of dirt and stick-shift to boot, but cheap, as new cars go. First “married” car bought when our high school love-mobile chugged to a halt. “It’s transportation,” said the husband. I wanted nothing more than to be transported, didn’t want to ramble, wanted to fly. On the first solo drive I couldn’t find reverse. First Second Third Onward not counting the turns it took to get there.
Originally published in Rattle
©2021 Donna Hilbert
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