Michael drove a 1987 SAAB 900S. He loved that car and he loved working on it. I loved seeing him pull up in front of my house in that car, but other than that I wasn't crazy about it. It has over 250,000 miles on it, the air conditioning doesn't work, the seats are broken down, and the seat belts aren't in the best working order. I never really felt safe in it.
It hasn't been driven since December. It's parked on the back of my driveway. A friend of Michael's is supposed to take it, but I haven't heard from him in a while and he doesn't respond to my emails. I suppose I'm going to have to figure something else out if I don't hear from him soon.
Anyway, for years I would play this little game with myself when I was out driving around. If I saw a SAAB, and you don't see them that often because they aren't that common, I would tell myself that Michael was thinking about me. Kind of silly, I know. I hadn't played that game in a long time until recently, but I'm playing it again these days. Yesterday morning on my drive to and from the doctor's office, I saw four SAABs. That's a lot! Even if it's just a silly game, it made me feel good to see that many on a day when I was having to be brave while doing this IVF on my own.
I'd like to buy a new car in the next couple of years. I'm really drawn to the Toyota Venza, but then again maybe a new SAAB would make me feel like he's always out on the road with me.