Not Driving Miss Crazy

I'd like to give this pair a happy ending
as they head out west
in the blistering sun.

He's not driving her crazy
prattling on about his pride and joy;
the motor he dreamed of owning
since he was a boy.

And she doesn't object
to all the time he spends
washing and polishing it
and tootling around in it at 30 mph.

So they drive to the future
where life speeds up
and computers and mobile phones are invented
and sleeker cars with bigger engines
rule the roads.

They move forward
to the happy ending I have waiting for them
where he will propose, I guess,
and she will say yes.

And they will live happily ever after.
Because, on a sunny Saturday, I say so.

Reality