Touray

I didn’t know that a red bike, first my aunt’s, then my mom’s, could bring me such joy. It seems as if God whispered secrets on the wind to be kind to me. The weather has been lovely. I enjoy riding through Arlington. I break sometimes on the corners to drink juice or more commonly answer the phone. I haven’t mastered the art of complete silence yet. Sometime I wonder why cell phones were created in the first place. I thought pay phones were handling out of the house calls quiet properly. Then Onstar could handle any emergencies. Or just possibly if we weren’t so digital in the first place maybe there wouldn’t be any pressing emergencies.
You wouldn’t call and need to say hey the horse is out of gas I need you to come with the camel and pick me up now would you?
But that was so long ago, and I completely adore Jeep Wranglers to the point of clear obsession. ONE DAY LORD>>>ONE DAY!
Forgive my moment of vanity…Right now I have a bike, a red apple beautiful bike. My car, my black faith, decided that I was lusting after all the Jeep wranglers passing by…and I must have said something about trading her in, or caught a case of revolving eyes, when one was passing by.
So my baby, my true and faithful girl who has been with me through thick and more than not thin. Shut down on me, in the middle of the night, on a two lane hwy, while a line of 18 wheelers sped by. Needless to say I get it! She is getting a new motor as we speak…and when I get her back I promise to pamper her i.e. wash her and clean out the clutter…due to my constant neglect she quiet filthy. But I do…I do love her. After all she is my faith right?
Back to what I was talking about in the first place, red happiness, I have this thing with naming transportations. My first car was “green bean” a 1987 Chevy cavalier. It had been spray painted green in the most awful way. The inside was sheep skin; I kid you not, white sheep skin. It was completely illegal but I lived in Everman. I wish I would have kept that madness. If I didn’t share that car with my sister I was going to spray paint swirls and such all around. My mom, yeah she was into me expressing myself, my sister was not. Since she had the job and the gas money, green bean stayed green.
Ahhhh…..another diversion…RED HAPPINESS….yes this bike! For the past two weeks it has been my tour guide. I notice that Arlington has character. From its beautiful homes hidden in umbrellas of trees, it tea rooms and antique shops it is a sight to see. It’s has hills and flying bike riders. There are students, students, and more students all searching for food…and coffee.
My next hope, because hope doesn’t make us ashamed, is to have a black lab packed in my brown basket. If I can convince my husband that American’s are not weird and dog can be apart of the family I can have one. So funny when I told him I wanted a dog, he bought me a huge picture of a puppy. The puppy’s name is Harry. Harry is on my living room wall. One day, if I click my heels enough, he will jump right out of that picture and right into my arms.
Until then I’ll just hope…

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