July 1995

I got very nostalgic after talking about my very first car (a Lada) last night. The memories and loss still hit me very hard.
Well, look at me at that steering wheel. At one with that car was I. The jokes didn't hurt me, me and that car knew we could drive to better places than the jokes would ever go. But the bottom fell out of her world, rusted to death, and the bottom fell from my world too.
But I have the photo to look at fondly.
Maybe I've blipped this before, I can't remember, but it does no harm. Ah, the beauty.