Red Bitch

My baby left me 10 years ago.  She wasn't in this rough of shape, but she likely would be now if the head gasket hadn't taken her when it did.  She was red and we had a lot of fun together. How I miss her so, even knowing that buying gas for a steel beast would be nearly impossible today.  But my heart skips a bit at this sight....  I want to get in, get on the highway, press the gas, lift right off the road and cruise for awhile with the windows down.  Probably sing at the top of my lungs too. Yes.