Little red....

mood: happy craving: driving in my old little red car full of my besties She was known as Little Red. She always took me from A to B and was very nice to me and my friends. Her reliability was the most significant thing for a teenager. I was thirteen when my dad got her, and I had no idea one day she would be mine. My mom taught me how to drive a manual transmission car. I also taught most of my friends how to drive a standard. It was so much fun driving her around like there was no tomorrow. If she could speak, she would probably have said something like, "Can you please stop teaching your friends how to drive me? I'm getting tired of all these gear shifts!" While Jessica and Renee wore their nightgowns, I hopped into Little Red and sped down the Allies fast! It was a chaotic scene among the girls. They screamed, laughed, and yelled. The nightgowns they wore are still fresh in my mind! Light blue and light pink stripes! As we rode down the Allies, it was like a scene from a funny movie! The girls looked like maniacs in their matching nightgowns, screaming and holding on for dear life to the hood. I was like the crazy teen speeding in my trusty Little Red. We were the most ideal trio, ready for any adventure that came our way. A car full of my friends drove us to the lake down Avenue "F" while we screamed and danced to loud music. Occasionally, we would go to Mexico, but we ruled the lake and Del Rio. Despite getting married, Little Red stayed with me. Eventually, I sold her to a small car lot because I got a new car. I didn't know who her true owners were until I drove along Avenue F one day and saw her. She was old and beaten up. It was a race against time. I skipped a beat and sped up, passing every car in my path just to catch up to her. Eventually, we were next to one another. To my left, I saw her, orange as ever (the red faded), and the license plate said, Ciudad Acuña. It seemed like she had been through a lot. Just thinking about the memories and laughter she brought me and my friends brought tears to my eyes. Like Little Red, no little car will ever steal my heart. Those were some fun years. I guess you could say it was a love affair... of the vehicular kind. final whisper: My years with you, Little Red, are treasured. You are just as loved by Renee and Jessica. ~Zoom Zoom Zoom~