Let's Feel The Wind In Our Hair

A smile spreads across my face as I relax into my new car. I give Gabe a mischevious look.

“What?” He asks.

“Want to really feel the wind in your hair?” I respond, bubbling with excitement. “That is how you are suppose to drive during a road trip, right?”

Gabe laughs if only because my excitment is contagious, but I suspect it is more than that. He answers, “Sure. What the hell right?”

“Yes!” I squeal as I hit the button to automatically lower the roof of my convertible.

“Aren’t you worried your hair will be messed up?” Gabe gibes, knowing full well how attached to my hair I am.

“I’m going with a wind blown look for now. As soon as we stop I have a compact hairbursh with me to get all the tangles out. You know me. I always have to look my best. Even if we are driving on an express way.”

Gabe laughs shaking his head. He just can’t understand my need to look good 100% of the time. I turn the radio back on as I cruise onto the first highway.

Gabe looks around and asks, “Uh, do you know how to get there?”

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