Ben tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, coaxing the machine along, “C’mon Sweetheart, just a little bit further. I know you can make it.”
The little Ford Escort was almost as old as he was, in another two years she’d be eligible for antique plates if she made it that long. The old car’s transmission had been babied as much as possible. Ben took care of the car, knowing that he really couldn’t afford to replace it. He did as much of the work on it himself as he could. He’d taken a few