Jingling my
keys as I walk, I beep the unlock button and swing into the driver seat like I’ve
been doing it my whole life. Taking a shaky breath, I check everything that
there is to check and then I smile and turn the key. My engine fires up
faithfully, though some days I have doubts about my Herbie car. It likes to
role the windows down for no reason and turn the lights on and off. But hey, it’s
a car right? As I pull out of my driveway I’m reminded of the moment in Pirates
of the Caribbean when Jack Sparrow--- oh excuse me---- CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow
explains his fascination with the Black Pearl. It’s freedom.
Well my
little white Nissan isn’t just a wheel and an engine and a trunk and some
heated seats. What a car is, what my car really is, is freedom.
I think I
might start calling my car the White Pearl. After all, it’s white. And who
doesn’t love pearls and POTC references?
No comments:
Post a Comment