Queen of Dreams Radio
Can you say BEAUTY-FULL? 
So, on Friday, a friend and I were talking about how we love Maseratis and I realized I’ve never shared this fact or WHY I love them so much!! A new style is out now… check it out.
For one, I believe I am a guy when it comes to cars. I love the lines, I love to drive FAST, and love the purr of the engine… and I REALLY love the SOUND of the Maserati. There’s something about it that is so addictive to me. When you couple the sleek, cat-like body with the buttery, leather color of the Maserati, I just can’t think of another car like it – HONESTLY!!! Let’s put it this way: Maserati is MY DREAM CAR!!!
I began my car addiction with a beat up Mercury Monarch that had no air conditioning (a hand-me down from my mom, and though it lacked a lot of things, it looked good, which is so important when you are 16, you know.) I drove the wheels off of that car. I was a maniac and today I am thankful I never harmed anyone. Who knows what pacemakers I set off as I drove warp speed by elderly drivers at 90+ mph. I have no idea how I didn’t get a ton of speeding tickets.
My grandmother surprised me with a little green car that was sweet and nice inside, but was so not ‘me.’ It was a little too grandmotherly, so I sold that car to my mom and traded in for a BMW 318i – Navy blue with Navy interior. I loved the flame orange glow inside the car at night and obsessed about this car more than anything I think I ever have in my life before or since. I drove that car as much as 120 mph on open stretches of highway. Again, no idea on how I escaped speeding tickets. I certainly seemed to be addicted to speed.
That car was traded in and I barely squeaked by on an even trade and bought a Chevy Blazer. This car did not have the acceleration I was used to, so I didn’t have that car for long at all, and traded it in for a Mazda 626. I LOVED that car. It was zippy, reliable and I drove the wheels off of it, too, all the way up to nearly 200,000 miles with only one rebuilt transmission thrown in. That car saw a lot of action – a marriage, a divorce, a launch into being alone for the first time ever, many solo travels and so much more. To me, a car is a partner in living.
I bought an Isuzu Trooper after that and remember being scared to death that I was going to flip the thing for two full weeks until I got the ‘feel’ of it. For me, I become one with the car I am driving. That vehicle was solid as an iron horse and whisked me away from a four-car pile up (I was the third of the four cars from a rear-ending) where the original car and every other car crumpled like tin cans. The Trooper barely had a scratch.
Mark taught me how to drive a stick in his Mazda Miata convertible, and the weekend we were engaged, we drove around Amarillo with me at the wheel, nervously pushing in the clutch and shifting gears while pretending I was Mario Andretti as the scent of Amarillo cow patties wafted in the air. Eek!
Nearly 10 cars later, I have Belle, our trusty Chevy Tahoe. A couple of years ago, I wondered if she was a luxury to keep as the cost of a gallon of gas crept up well past the three dollar mark. Then I thought of driving with the windows down, the sun roof open, the sun setting on a spring or autumn day and how happy I felt with the tunes playing all around me, and decided, “Nope, you are worth it. You are staying with me.”
Love ya, Belle! You are a sweet, sweet ride!