i held my breath and rushed forward. it was a thing of beauty to behold, sitting there unobserved in a random automotive repair. i stood and beheld its glory. good condition considering the age. it wasn't the same, of course. color was off, the inside was all wrong, and four door stead of two.. but seeing the expanse of the grille rushed me with precious memories, me by his side looking at him with complete admiration. i reverted back remembering the rumble of the engine hitting me to the core and the smell giving me the feeling of peace and comfort. it was safe, i was safe. there is nothing quite like seeing some of these cars from the 50s/60s to send me into a tailspin of nostalgic joy and esteem. when "classic cars" were classic (70's/80's were bad years for cars) and car shows reigned supreme. but to see this car, an impala ss in such good condition. my heart swelled with joy. it was a rare thing of beauty.

a car started behind me, bringing me back to reality. i returned to my car, glancing back once, overjoyed with my find.