COMMAND! And it's not temporary! What a feeling that had to be.
Looking at this injured hull, laying a hand to it and speaking to it, the way a young boy talks to his first car, promising to care for it if it cares for him. Sharing his dreams of fun and excitement, not merely driving down the road, but taking excursions and adding that chrome shift knob he had a year before he got his license.
It is that same reveie, that you managed to foster. Right along with the agony of responsibility, the fuel needed to keep her running, the insurance to make her legal and the lonliness of having to deny his friends ideas to go and do what might damage her or get you in trouble. "No, I can't risk losing the keys. Or worse! Losing my ride!"
But in the end, it was all overshadowed by the adventure it promised. I wonder if Granger had the equivalent of fuzzy dice for her and the chrome foot print gas pedal?
Love it Mark. On to the next.