I did it, everyone! I wrote my Americana car song!
When I was 16, bequeathed unto me was my mom's old 1993 Miata. She was white with a black rag top and the paint on her butt was peeling because she was old and that was a thing, apparently, with that model from around that time (I'm talking about my old car now, not my mom, just to be clear.) And she was the most fun and bestest car and I called her my lil' TicTac.
When I went to a dumb rich kid school for supposedly smart people, everyone made fun of her peeling paint, but who did everyone want to ride with when we were all heading some place off campus? That's goddam right, with me, because why would you want to ride in some dumb rich kid's mommy's or daddy's Lexus when you could be in the passenger seat of my 15 year old itty bitty sports car, with the top down, and me playing the best music and lighting our cigarettes on a genuine car cigarette lighter (jk YOU'D be bending down below the wind to light our cigarettes, because I'd be, you know, driving a stick shift)? The answer is you WOULDN'T.
*sigh* Molly finally died beyond my means to keep her going 5 years ago. I still miss that damn car, and legit get a little misty every time I see a white miata with a black roof.
Not the cleanest take, but I more or less hit it, and it's FAWM so here we are.
RIP, Molly, 1993 - 2015.
That old car’ll be the death of me
Doing donuts through my memories
Hugging coastlines under Monterey Pines
Smoking cigarettes and rehearsing lines
I survived her old age and orneriness
I survived my own recklessness behind her wheel
But I may not survive the pain of remembering
How I used to feel
I liked who I was
When I had the top down
And the heat and the music up
Driving around town
With my cassettes and my cigarettes
Downshifting coming into the turns
Speeding up on the way out
Running my fingers through the fog
Me and ol’ Molly on Hwy 1
You wouldn’t believe
The acrobatics I achieved
In those two seats
Fire roads of Pebble Beach
With my lover
His car was roomier
But my car was zoomier
And driving my car
Made me feel a little lustier
Which he didn’t mind
But mostly I loved driving by myself
Playing the music I wanted
And the music they saw me in
I felt powerful
I felt generous
I felt like the world
Was a wide open thing
With a tailor-made prize
For each of us to win
Oh to be young again
Now my car is practical
Now my life is logical
Now I’m healthy
And law abidin’
I got a new baby now
He love’s me better, anyhow
Sometimes, I long to go riding….