Sunday morning is here again and Spring is all around us. I can feel it in the air. My Saul and Sarah trees are sprouting more everyday, reaching closer to each other. I can almost here them sigh, "Soon they whisper, soon."
On Easter at Billie's, Ron's son Ronnie came driving a Black Corvett convertable. "Wow," was all I could say when I saw it. I love convertables and a Corvett to boot. Talk about class. I have never been big on speed but sit me in a sports car and let it fly and I am happy. I know I gushed about the car. I am sure on and on. Pretty soon Brandi came and led me to the car. Ronnie was taking me for a ride, with the top down. All right Houston clear the runway for take off. I was plain thrilled. We headed out, just chatting about the car. 1995 Corvett, orignal red leather interior. Cherry let me tell you, not a mark on it. We flew down Maiden lane, turned on seventh, went to Shiffendecker, then onto 2nd. My heart sank, 25 miles an hour here, my flying was over. We got into about a block and he geared down and off we went. I felt just like Jimmy Johnson at Indy. The wind blew, the sun shined, it was perfect. We pulled back up at the house. I know I was smiling ear to ear. "Ronnie, thanks," I cried. "Well grandma," he said. We were going 85 miles an hour back in that 25 mile an hour street." We both smiled. We speeded and they didn't catch us. What a ride, what a Easter. What a cool young man to take the time to drive me.
I think he takes his daredevil ways from his Dad.As I remember a late night ride him and Billie gave us through high weeds , cutting across fields, driving fast in a Mercede Benz. That was at Hornet before they moved in there. So as Dix would say, "Its in the blood."
So another memory put back into my mind. To bring out on dark and gloomy days. I can't be getting old. I rode shotgun in a Corvett. "What a life."
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