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Finding Shelby 10 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Sophia's Writings.
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Sophia runs her fingers over the shiny candle apple red side panel of a 1966 Shelby GT350 Mustang. She admired the car from afar before daring herself to come for a closer look. She has been dreaming about driving a car like that, owning a car like that.

The keys were in the ignition, beckoning her to take him for a spin. Yes, him. She always thought that a car like that is never anything but masculine. All her cars have always had guy’s names. And this one’s no exception. A muscle car. A powerful machine and he’s here all accommodating. It felt like the car was even flirting with her, seemingly saying, “I’ve been dreaming about you, too. You and I belong together.”

Sophia responded with excitement, climbs into the driver’s seat and took in the interiors. It felt fabulous. She turns the key and the powerful engine came roaring into life. Her shaky hands on the steering wheel gently caresses it as if silently saying, “Yea, I know I’m driving but we’ll be in it together. I’m in no hurry. I’ll get to know you along the way. I will let you take me where you want to go.”

Sophia’s falling for the car like she knew she would.

With the top down, the wind on her face, she finally felt free and alive once more. She steps on the accelerator with the intention to get lost in the crowd of cars and take in the experience that this moment has offered. It made her feel that there are endless possibilities between her and the Mustang.

She had been yearning to find her dream car for what seemed like ages. And now that she has found it, she grabbed the opportunity and is relishing in the bliss it brought with it. Lines from the song, Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, “I’d give up forever to touch you cuz I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now…” playing in my head, nothing could have made the moment more perfect. Sophia loves driving. She was born to drive this car. She’s been waiting for this moment and she knows it’s worth it.

As she nears a crossroad, she steps on the brakes and stared at the dashdoard for the longest time. She realised that she failed to pay heed on one important thing about this situation. With reluctance, she decides to make a U-turn and started driving back to the place where she and the car met then hit the brakes one last time and turned the engine off.

Everything seemed like it were happening in reverse.

She got out of the car and shut the door, leaving the keys in the ignition. Running her fingers along the shiny candle apple red side panel one final time then she took her hand away. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply then turned around.

No matter how happy she was for having had the chance to drive it, she’ll always know that this car — her dream car — is not hers. She knows she’ll get to meet a similar car one day, one that she can call her own but for now, she has this experience to bring with her until that day comes. She walks away, exhaling like she’d been holding her breath for years, and she never looked back.

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