You ain’t never had a friend, had a friend, you ain’t never had a friend like ME!
Today it’s Aladdin’s playlist on repeat. It’s true what Victor Volkswagen, Brian Bentley, and Pauline Prado have been telling me then!
Tyson is a big kid.
Song drags on. I feel like cupping my ears but I can’t. Urgh.
I want to be ridden. To feel the thrill of the road on my treads, the hot sun burning down my hood, the wind blowing past my eyes.
I want adventure.
But Tyson won’t let me.
He thinks I’m small. That I can’t handle the tough asphalt, or the sweltering heat or the rowdy wind.
But I want adventure. I need it.
The song stops once. I hear a door lock and then keys jingling.
Here he comes. Tyson. The big kid.
He’s twenty-four. Just graduated. No job. Lives off his dad’s lawyer money.
According to the other cars, I am a product of lawyer money.
But I still want an adventure. I need Tyson to ride me. To cruise with me downtown, open my hood when my insides become too hot, take me for a wash, park me by the LA pier and we can watch the sunset.
I need Tyson to ride me. To cruise with me downtown, open my hood when my insides become too hot, take me for a wash, park me by the LA pier and we can watch the sunset.
Is today that day?
I hold my breath. Tyson steps out onto the patio and then stretches in his casual trunks and tee. He smiles at us.
We all glint back at him. That’s how we smile.
But who will he choose?
I sneak a glance at Pauline. She looks attractive – a hot pink glint on a Prado is not something you see everywhere. Tyson likes her. For parties.
He is not dressed for a party. Ha! So it’s not Pauline today!
It could be Brian. Tyson uses Brian for casual rides and getaways with friends on Friday nights.
It’s not Friday! YAAY!
What about Victor? Oh, wait. Victor’s the dwarf in here. Tyson doesn’t even use Victor as much.
On the other hand. I have never been used!
I wish I could raise my wheel and protest my case. Or open my grille and shout, “Hey! Over here, Ty!”
Tyson starts ambling towards the garage shed and I feel as if he is coming for me. He angles his body towards me.
It’ s me. Yes. Andy Audi.
He wants to ride me!
I am so happy I can barely see that Tyson is just yards away from me. The moment I have been aching for. I have always stayed under the shed as Pauline, Victor and Brian enjoy the comfort of Tyson on their seats.
Here he is.
I can almost smell his cologne. And the faint smell of BBQ and hot sauce too.
He swirls the keys in his hand and then presses OPEN.
I wait for my doors to unlock, for air to rush in me, for my hood to retract back, for my side mirrors to angle up. I wait.
I really want to go on an adventure. I don’t want to be locked up in this shed for another week. I don’t want to watch as Tyson chooses the others over me.
So I wait.
And I beep. My doors unlock. Air rushes in. My hood retracts. My side mirrors angle up.
He chose me!
I am filled with life!
Before Tyson reaches for my door, a voice calls out, “Ty! Dishes!”
Another beep. My doors lock. Air is trapped in me. My hood folds back down. My side mirrors flap in.