You Got To Cross That Line

Talk about your speed bump!

Going from a fire-engine-red, ’68 Mustang 2×2 to a blue, 4-door ’65 Dodge Dart was traumatic, almost as traumatic as merging with freeway traffic from a dead start while driving a slant-6.

I wonder what happened to the guy who drove that Mustang?

He didn’t show up even after the divorce. Guess, he wouldn’t cross that line and got left behind.

Sometimes I think I glimpse him in the rearview mirror.