I’ve been without my old car for a full week now. Parts for that engine are getting harder and harder to find. I have an excellent mechanic and he’s doing his best. Still…
I’m trying not to think of all this as a metaphor for aging. And life. But it’s just too easy for my brain to go there. And until I get my car back, well, I don’t know.
In the meantime, please be kind to the girl on the 3-basketed, Elvis-horned bike. She’s pedaling all over town. And she’s trying to figure some things out.