Squealing tires snap me out of my reverie, causing me to slam on my brakes. I curse as a car shoots out of the car dealership’s driveway just ahead of me. My anger dissipates as I admire the shiny, new sports car accelerating quickly and disappearing out of my view.
One day I will have a sports car just like that one!
Blaring horns remind me that I am blocking traffic. Removing my foot from the brake, I follow behind the sports car at a more sedate speed.
Traffic is slowing down and again I come to a full stop. I strain to see what is holding up the traffic. As I move closer to the obstruction I notice that the shiny, new sports car is stopped dead in the center of the road. I park on the side of the road and help the driver and a few other men push the car off to the side.
“The engine just stopped, no warning,” says the driver, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. “This is a brand new car, I literally just pulled out of the sales lot from the dealership down the street.”
We commiserate with him and then head for our own cars. I start the engine of my car. It turns over right away. Patting the dashboard of my faithful, old dinosaur, I revise my thoughts on owning a new, shiny sports car. They don’t make cars like they used to!