I Swear She Use to Talk To Me

My mom made no promises to buy me a car when I was of age. Besides I live New York City; you can survive without a car. There mass transit and 24 hour car service. I really didn’t have a desire to drive. That all changed when my husband surprised me with HIS BRAND NEW BMW X5. I was so angry. I mean we were living in a little apartment, we just had a daughter and he brings home this expensive car. I mean where were his priorities? Suddenly he said the magic words “you can drive it if you get your license”. Long story short, I got my license and still couldn’t drive his car.

After spending lots of money on car service to transport my daughter to school I decided to get my own car. It couldn’t be just any car. I wanted a brand new luxury vehicle. A Lexus RX300 yes – NO, by the time I saved my money for that truck the RX350 was out. Then I saw it; the Infiniti G37 coupe. I ordered the brochure and hung it up on my mirror. I told myself everyday I’m going to get this car. Finally I went to the dealership. The sales person said to me sit in it and see if you really like it. I did and heard her say, “Hi my name is Bonnie – I’ve been waiting for you”. I purchase her immediately.

This was my first car and it was a fast car at that. There is a certain responsibility and stereotype that comes along with a fast car. I learned that quickly. I hung out with my friend until about three in the morning and on my way home this old beat up car pulls up beside me, so I drive a little faster. The other car pulls up beside me again, and I drive a little faster. By this time Bonnie is like “race this fool you can beat him” so I go fast but not this old beat up car took off and left me in the dust. Bonnie was upset and humiliate. She said “make sure this never happens about”, and it was on ever since then. All kinds of cars pulled up beside and gave me the look. I mean Audi’s, Lexus, even trucks tried to race. We were in heaven. I have more wins then losses. Bonnies said “you might want to look into race car driving professionally”.

With all our success on the road I had to trade Bonnie in. I was expecting and she was just too small. I remember our last day together. I took her to the ice cream shop and ate my ice cream in the car. My heart was heavy because as a mom and wife you find yourself doing and sacrificing for everyone else but Bonnie was all me!

*Disclaimer racing cars are not safe and should only be done by a professional in the appropriate environment. I know better now.

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