In Japan where I come from, their public transport system is lust like human body. There are nerves, veins, and arteries everywhere. You do not need to drive in Japan, especially when you get old.
On the other hand, there aren’t many cities where have good public transport systems. You have to keep driving as far as your eyes are seeing shadows and lights.
This is a story of a grandma of my friend.
She is eighty-something year old. She has been living alone for many years, since her husband passed. As you can imagine, her best days were in 1940’s to 1960’s. The golden era of the U.S. Her dream car was, and has been red Chevy Corvette. She, however, was no way able to afford driving Corvette.
Now she is an octogenarian with bad knees. She needs to have a walker when she walks. Even with her walker, she walks at a snail’s pace. The car she drove was 15-years-old Lincoln Continental. A conservative old American sedan, as we all know.
She came to realize that there won’t be many years before she will leave us and take an eternal residence in the better place. She made a big decision. One day, she drove up to a car dealer in her old Lincoln, of course, to buy a red Corvette. I am pretty sure that a sales person was shocked.
A grandma waking in the parking lot of a supermarket with her walker at a snail’s pace. She folds her walker and slides it on the passenger seat. She drives home in her red Corvette.
One time my friend asked her if she could give him a ride. Her answer was “ it is for may walker. Not for guys”.
How cool this grand ma is!
Here goes her red Corvette through our town in rural Alabama. Nobody has heard about a lucky guy who sat on her passenger seat.
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