Charolette

Charlotte was her name I've never understood why cars are given a gender but it was his, my dads an old Nash, a rambler and he named it? Sometimes he would ask me to go along, burning up miles seeing vistas, towns and such windows down, wind blowing on us, we were rambling my hand out, ups and downs. Hours spent, no destinations or hesitations, but ever present were the anticipations about what was beyond the next curve. The verve was enticing, exciting but then came the time to return home, Charlotte had all the exercise she needed as a middle aged car, but I couldn't contain when asked "Where did you two go?" I simply said, "There and back."