Day 80 ~ What a breakthrough!

 

Day 80 ~ What a breakthrough!

 

Mar 21, 2014

 

My first: I stood up through the sun roof of my friend’s car while it was moving. Then we drove over the Stan Musial Veterans Memorial Bridge for the first time.

 

My friend Kelly and I were on our way to Hamburger Mary’s for a little get together with new and old friends. Kelly wanted me to drive her car because she had been driving all day and was tired. We were in downtown St. Louis when we spotted several horses attached to their carriages, prancing along the streets as their masters searched for possible paying passengers. I decided to pass one that was slowing us down. We were already an hour past the “happy hour” start time.  Then we hit a stoplight and I noticed the horse that we passed earlier reflected in my side view mirror. I frantically grabbed my phone and snapped some photos before the light changed. What a “being at the right place at the right time” moment for that shot!

 

After all that excitement, I asked Kelly to drive because, of course, I had an IDEA! As we pulled over, she hopped into the driver’s seat and started to drive off as I stood on the passenger seat erupting through the sunroof of her car. The night was beautiful and my “first” was yet another one that filled me with such a sense of freedom. We drove the rest of the way with my upper body outside the car, my hair blowing in the wind. We were hoping that there were no police around to witness our antics and haul us in. I could have ridden like that all night on this, the first full day of spring. Now I know how tulips feel as they peek through their winter’s haven and greet the open air that promises to nourish and warm them.

After our happy hour, we drove over the Stan Musial Veterans Memorial Bridge for the first time. The “firsts” just keep on coming…if you look for them! And the payoff for this “first” was more than what I bargained for…this evening made me feel young and alive, anticipating and appreciating all of life’s impulsive moments. 

 



Mr. Ed, riding my tailgate