Spring Break

My favourite part of spring break was getting to drive my dad’s sports car out to Brag Creek. It was a warm Friday afternoon, around two, maybe three. The sky was a brilliant blue with no clouds to speak of and the dry earth was just beginning to take the subtle juxtaposition of frozen lands coming back to life after the long winter months. It was a good day for a drive. I started the car and pulled out of the garage. This in and of itself was a special occurrence as my father previously had never let me start or stop the car, claiming if I stalled the engine would flood. As I began accelerating I heard the familiar roar of the engine. It was a sound unlike any other car. The dull whine gradually getting louder and louder until I shifted gears and it dropped an octave and one again began to climb. As we headed out of town we opened the windows and the warm wind blew through the car. It was absolutely exhilarating. It was truly an impressive car. I watched as the rpm climbed higher and higher in unison with the beautiful noise. The closer we got to the mountains the more beautiful the scenery got. Fields gave way to foothills to mountains, grasslands to aspens to towering pine trees. The road started to become curvier and curvier, letting the nimble car really show its stuff. The suspension fighting back against the force of the turn as it powered through the corner. The supple leather wheel stiff in my hands pushing back against the corner. It was better than I could have imagined. All the while my father and I talked about anything and everything. I got to drive a great car and got plenty of bonding time with my Dad. It was a great day.