By Joan Wahl Countryman
In February every year a hardy group of tennis players from Lamorinda join together for tennis in Palm Desert:
The youngest is around seventy five
The oldest is eighty eight
Levels of tennis from very good to not so good
All levels are accommodated with encouragement with good humor
This year my husband Jim and I decided to fly down instead of drive, we rented a car from Budget – a Toyota Yaris. Upon our arrival the following ensued:
“Sorry Sir we don’t have the Yaris. How about a VW Bug?”
“I do not want a Bug or a Ford whatever – I ordered the Yaris a month ago.”
“We have a Mustang which we will discount.”
After much wrangling we said yes to the Mustang. With keys, paperwork, suitcases and Jim’s cane we headed out to find parking spot E5. That was the easy part. Electric Green, two door with barely enough room to hold our suitcases in the trunk. A not too happy Jim tossed his cane in the back seat and we were off.
Driving to the motel we began to notice people staring along the way – I gave a wink to a truck driver.
In the motel parking lot there was a team of young Lacrosse players getting ready to leave on a bus for a game – they stepped aside as we drove to the nearest handicapped parking spot.
The young men gave the car the once over while speaking among themselves. As we alighted from the Mustang, they took a second look. Smiling, I said:
“Didn’t expect a couple of old fogies to be driving this – did ya!”
“It’s very cool,” one said.
“Great pickup,” Jim said.
During our stay, we made more friends because of the green machine.
Never lost it in the parking lot.
Every trip out was an opportunity to have a good laugh and talk to some young buck who wished he could be behind the wheel.
Jim, my old buck, enjoyed the green machine’s pick up – sure you are never too old to laugh and play!
Jim and the Green Machine