Do any of you like to "Mentally Cruise?"

I do it all the time.

While writing I always come to that point where I have to ponder before writing the next segment. Pondering is something writers are usually awesome at. My pondering is often more of a mental cruising adventure that goes on far too long.

I have a rich inner life that is so much more exciting than the real one. The older I get the more exiting it is.

I had a 69 Corvette back in 1975.

It had the white rag top and the metallic blue finish with the 427 engine, and positracton 3.11 rear end. It was a dream come true for me, but all I could afford to do was ‘cruise’ in it. So I took it down the main streets of small town USA. When I didn’t have gas money on a weekend I went mental cruising in my journal.

Friday night in Concord California was the hot spot. A&W root-beer drive in restaurant was THE place to be Friday and Saturday nights out there. I still remember the first ticket I got in that car. I was “excessively accelerating” out of A&W’s parking lot to show off to the girls sitting on that old Buick.

I left two long black streaks on the pavement. But the girls were laughing while officer Jerk wrote the ticket. I obviously deserved it, but I thought it was cold to do it right there in front of the crowd at A&W. Live and learn. I was 18.

Don’t feel sorry for poor Paul. With that car there were many young ladies that wanted to ride. It was that time in America. Most of us only knew local news and our parents knew what was going on in the world. Now it is the opposite.

So I find myself living in that past when I mentally cruise now.

Writing an article about my writer’s blog I spend far too much time on those mental cruises. Yeah still in that old car I would love to have again. I paid $3,000 for it back then. Imagine that.

The poor sob who sold it to me had to or leave his wife. I say he made a mistake. A good life partner would have said: “Heck no, that car stays but give me the keys.” Right?

I don’t even want to know what that car would be worth today. I would cry I’m sure.

But hey, it is still a great ‘mental cruising’ car. Is it sad that I still have pictures of it?