I am his pride and joy. He picked me out of all the others. I was just the model. Just the right color.
I feel so special, he makes me feel special.
Now here we are for our weekly Saturday routine. Well, it is not so routine since he is on the road so much.
But here he comes to give me my bath. I know this because he is wearing the outfit he always wears to give me a bath: a black tank top and jean shorts. His hair is loosely pulled back so it won't get in his way.
He grabs the sponge, soap and cloths. Now he is ready.
He turns the radio on to set the mood.
He takes the hose and sprays me down with clean water. It is a hot day today and it cools me down very nicely. It always happens, no matter how careful he is, he always drenches himself during this phase.
Next he takes the soft, soapy sponge and rubs me gently. Slowly. He starts on my sides, then my back. He rubs in circles over and over, being sure not to miss a spot.
His hand so firm yet so gentle as he washes my top. Oh ... his hands feel so good on me.
He moves to my front. He pays special attention to my head lights.
His shirt is clinging to his chest. How I love bath day.
He grabs the hose again and rinses away all the soap and dirt. He rubs out any spots he may have missed the first time. When he is done, he rubs me all over with a soft cloth until I am dry.
This is one of my favorite parts.
"Looking good, Babe," he says with a smile, looking at his handiwork. "Just a little more and we can go for a ride"
He grabs the bottle of wax. He rubs it into me, little by little, slowly, until I am shiny and look new again.
He then rubs the moisturizer on my top.
I wait what seems like hours waiting for him to change. Oh, here he is. He sits gently on my seat.
"Ready to go girl?"
YES I'M READY!!!
We head to the highway, the wind running through the both us. The radio blasting. I am in heaven.
This is what I was made to do.
He looks so beautiful with the wind in his hair. The sun shining down on me makes me feel like I am heaven.
Slowly we make our way back on. We enter the garage. He gently puts my top back up and covers me for the night.
"See you tomorrow."
I am Howie's Corvette.
12-18-00