{"id":73,"date":"2006-11-08T07:20:07","date_gmt":"2006-11-08T07:20:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/reflectionsfromacountrygirl.com\/?p=73"},"modified":"2006-11-29T21:18:18","modified_gmt":"2006-11-29T21:18:18","slug":"relationships-christian-thoughtfulness-kindness-humor-daily-devotions-stress-relax-love-meaningful-struggle-illness-life-family-sex-ministry-men-women-friends-carolina-cowboy-cowgirl-country-reflectio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reflectionsfromacountrygirl.com\/?p=73","title":{"rendered":"Little Red Sports Car"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have loved to be in the room when you were reading the title of this reflection.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

For the men looking at this, it may bring back old memories OR fantasies of what you have wanted to own and drive sometime before you die.<\/p>\n

For the women taking a peek at these pages, it may bring back thoughts of riding with the hood down on the way to the beach with friends when you were younger. \u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never thought of owning a little red sports car\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.or anything \u00e2\u20ac\u0153little\u00e2\u20ac\u009d with 4 wheels\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6except for the classic red wagon we had when we were kids in the country.<\/p>\n

You see, I think sports cars are too small for me.\u00c2\u00a0 I am tall and \u00e2\u20ac\u0153well endowed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Just because of those two things alone, I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine being in one\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6much less owning one.<\/p>\n

Then there are the stories I hear about little sports cars being law enforcement magnets.<\/p>\n

My 23 year old niece, Laura, is a prime example of that.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

She bought a small Mercedes Benz sports car from a colleague who was moving to Europe and couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take it with him.\u00c2\u00a0 She got a great deal on it, but she has been stopped more than once by law enforcement for no apparent reason.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

Once, an officer stopped her when she was taking some inebriated friends home from a party.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t breaking any laws as the designated driver but it was 2:00 in the morning. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0She got the feeling he stopped her because she was young and was driving a fancy sports car.\u00c2\u00a0 He even brought in a backup officer with a drug dog to sniff the car.\u00c2\u00a0 She suspected he thought no one that young would be driving an expensive car like that unless it was bought with drug money.<\/p>\n

She was not happy about this and I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t blame her.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

I invited a friend to go to lunch yesterday.\u00c2\u00a0 She recently worked with me and had just moved to a new job closer to her home. \u00c2\u00a0We wanted to celebrate.<\/p>\n

Her husband recently had a minor surgery that turned out to be a major one.\u00c2\u00a0 He was very ill and there were times when the worse was possible. Miraculously he pulled through it and, after the tender loving care my friend gave him, he was up and running again like the energizer bunny.<\/p>\n

I went to pick her up at her workplace and see her office.\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s go in my car.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She said.<\/p>\n

She explained she had a new car\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6one her husband got her to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153thank\u00e2\u20ac\u009d her for taking such good care of him.<\/p>\n

It was a fire engine red Porsche Boxster.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

As we approached the beauty I said \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll never be able to get in that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes you will,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She said\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If my husband can get in it, so can you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

I slipped in and, much to my surprise, fit in it comfortably.\u00c2\u00a0 Never mind that I felt as though my behind was going to drag the ground.\u00c2\u00a0 I buckled up and, since it was a pretty day, we agreed the hood should come down.<\/p>\n

We headed to a favorite barbeque restaurant on the other side of town.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see many little red sports cars at a barbeque restaurant.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

Most of the vehicles there were pick up trucks or work vans.\u00c2\u00a0 There was also one police car.<\/p>\n

Then, there was this little red sports car with the hood down.<\/p>\n

The place was packed inside.\u00c2\u00a0 Most tables consisted of eight seats and they were all full, except for the table with the deputy.\u00c2\u00a0 Since we both knew him we decided to sit with him to eat.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

We had a great time catching up with each other and with the officer.\u00c2\u00a0 He was the community residential deputy in the town she lived in.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

As we left, we all went over to the car and took a closer look.<\/p>\n

We laughed when she told us the spoiler would rise up about two feet in the back when the car reached speeds of 75 or more.\u00c2\u00a0 Our deputy friend agreed that was a sure way to be aware of high speeds.\u00c2\u00a0 He smiled and said he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d surely stop someone if he saw a spoiler up on that kind of car.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s always good to be friends with the law when you drive a little red sports car.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

I never dreamed I would be riding in a car like that. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0The pleasure of being a passenger was refreshing.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 The looks we got as we were riding down the road were priceless.\u00c2\u00a0 I even called my son while I was riding in it and told him.\u00c2\u00a0 He laughed as we recalled the time he told me he wanted a sports car when he was younger.\u00c2\u00a0 That was, of course, before he knew how much they cost!<\/p>\n

This experience will likely be the only time in my life I will ride in a car like this.\u00c2\u00a0 I thanked my friend for the ride and the memory.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

My wish for you today<\/strong> is that you have a chance to enjoy a safe joy ride in a little red sports car at least once in your life.\u00c2\u00a0 It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the simple pleasures that make great memories.<\/p>\n

~Joellen<\/p>\n

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