It follows me. Everywhere I go, it is not too far behind. Everywhere I look, it is peeking at the corner. It changes colour, as if to hide itself from me, but I can see past that. It is difficult for an outsider to tell which is the one with the obsession. The stalker or the one that likes to be stalked. Perhaps it is destiny that allows two to pass each other by, close but unattainable for the moment. I wish.
I am not a car enthusiast and in the past if you had asked me what my dream car was I would have given you a colour but with this car it is different. I know nothing about my future vehicle and have only just managed to narrow it down to a Volkswagen Beetle but why bother with the finer details when I can recognise its cheeky shine from a mile a way? I can only come up with one word to describe it : cute. So, incredibly cute and not mine.
I haven’t yet got a license and my only experience of driving is bumper cars and the Legoland Driving School but already I have a mental claim on the car. I’m on a constant hunt for “my car” and a trip to the supermarket is usually accompanied by at least three exclamations of “look, it’s my car”. The poor delusional teenager in me is for lack of better words…delusional.
Only recently have they started to pop up everywhere. Perhaps they have become more popular or maybe I have suddenly become aware of them. Either way, I’ll take it as a sign. What other explanation could there possibly be? A higher power must be trying to tell me something, a little sneak peek into my future? Coincidence is overruled at the third time. Please let it be fate.
Last night I had the most peculiar dream that really shows the extent of my obsession. An old lady was driving my car, it was electric blue and a 1972. Then, with as much tact as a curious toddler, I kindly asked her to leave it to me when she reached her expiry date. Thoughtless and not something I think I would usually do, but in my defense it was a dream. It was just a pity that she remained living for the entire duration of my slumber. It seems that even in my fantasies there is a limit.
By the time I save up enough, cars will probably be a thing of the past. We will all be teleporting from place to place or too lazy to leave our television sets so I’m not even going to start. Instead I will hope that destiny can overcome a £15,000 price tag and until then I’ll keep dreaming. As my mother says: it doesn’t cost a thing.
However, if any one is lucky enough to own one of these cars and is feeling charitable feel free to come knocking at my door. I don’t mind if you intervene with destiny and speed up the process I will welcome you with wide open arms and an almighty grin.
How about you, what is your dream car? Colours are acceptable 🙂