I can't help but lust after a warm sunny morning. Greeting the day with the energy of excitement. Stretching, tending the chickens. Checking on the garden. Enjoying the day. Work when work is due. All else is a slide into the joy of TaoSpring.
The ritual of taking off the car cover and warming up the Ghia and making spot checks like I'm about to soar above 10,000 feet. Her low HP, yet throaty rumble. She holds the road like a blind man reads braille. Tight corners, holding hill and valley, clutching close the outline of the "S' or "M" and occasionally spelling out a word that makes the maidens blush and the masters drool.
Yeah, I know, Ye Olde Moto-Head: You sheepishly look at the Karmann Ghia like you did at your blossoming sister or at your Aunt Rose. You want to look - or look away. But you just can't help yourself. You look when you think no one is looking.
It's okay Grandpa. You ol' greaser. Get your hands outta yer pants.
She's just a car............