Joy Ride
I have always loved taking road trips—creating the perfect playlist; buying the Cheetos, Dr Pepper, and three candy bars at the gas station; and feeling liberated from daily schedules and to-do lists. But when it comes to cars, well, the joke in my family was to never ask me what kind of car someone drove because all I’d know was its color. And yet, despite my ambivalence, I’ve had a lot of memorable moments in memorable cars. In high school, I drove a ’66 Mustang handed down from my mom, who had purchased it when she was 16. What it lacked in air conditioning, it made up for in style and power—though when many a male classmate asked me questions about horsepower, speed, and, I want to say, torque, I had…
