There is this new Porsche commercial where a man takes his girl for a fast drive up a mountain, and she says “Again!” Almost every day I climbed a steep little mountain with Rena by my side. and if I missed a shift on my column I had to roll back to flatter ground. This only happened one. It was a trill to see how a very beautiful woman admired my driving skills.
After sleeping in a tent in the backyard of a friend for a few days, I purchased a 1950 Dodge Coronet, and off Rena and I did ride to the top of Mount Tamalpias. We drove along the quiet road where hundreds of automobile commercials have been shot, hence. We parked, and I show her heaven.
Rena knew I was poor, but I was beautiful, a authentic human being who owned a real American car. I also owned some pencils and a pad of drawing paper in order to capture the beauty of my Muse. Life does not get any better then this. She understood reverse elitism, and that she could twirl any man on earth around her baby finger. But, Fate, chose us
We loved our cream colored car. She felt like an Aries princess. There was a ram on the hood that charge ahead of us. The tent…
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