by Ryan Schow
“Baby,” he said, “my old car is your new car, if you want it.”
Hell yeah I wanted it!
Anyway, as my dad is leaving, I wave to him one last time, then stand there in my pj’s and listen to the Detroit engine grumbling its way down Dirt Alley. I won’t lie, the sound is beyond intoxicating. The second his wheels leave the packed earth and touch asphalt, Dad gets on it and that sexy black beast tears a hole in the early morning silence.
Had I known that was the last time I was going to see him, I would have hugged him a tad bit harder and a tad bit longer.
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