At last Meo is taking me with her. I had over heard her tell her husband that they were planning a road trip to the ocean with their corvette club and Meo said, “I am taking Hitty.” I did notice that her husband rolled his eyes. But I also caught a bit of determination in Meo’s eyes. I am very well aware of how headstrong she gets when she makes up her mind; sometimes it turns out well for me and this time it did.
I had never experience anything like this…we sometimes drove very fast …there were many, many corvettes along with us, and I was privilege to attend a rather rowdy party…but I’m getting ahead of myself.
We left on a Saturday morning, and I heard Meo say it is too bad the sun isn’t out so we could take the top down. I wasn’t sure what she meant by this but I assumed that she was referring to the lid on the car. Right above, where she had tucked me neatly behind the “grab bar”, I could see what looked to me like leavers to help open the top.
Just below my dangling legs I could make out the letters imprinted in the leather. Even though they were upside down I could read “Corvette” I will forever remember those letters as representing a wonderful, sometimes scary, fun, fast ride. We drove on wide roads, narrow winding roads, (in which I think Meo’s husband drove rather well but very fast at times) roads that skirted the ocean, roads that bordered cow fields and even a road that took us by just-burned-out-house out in the country. Most of the trip we followed and were followed by many other corvettes. I think I heard Meo’s husband say that there were 29 in all!
Well, after a few stops at what were called rest stops we pulled into a parking lot of a restaurant. Oh my! What a show…and a thrill as I was now able to see all the corvettes parked in a row.
There seemed to be many colors but I did notice a lot of red and yellow and all so shiny and clean. A bit of pride swelled up in me as I suddenly realized that I was included in this group.
Meo didn’t take me with her into the restaurant. I was left in my spot on the dashboard but I was very tempted to wiggle out of my tucked-in place and sit behind the steering wheel of this fast car. I could imagine how fun it might be to drive a car so fast and powerful. But I tempered my enthusiasm and quietly waited for Meo and her husband.
I may have napped a while because the next thing I knew I was being carried into a room that I had never seen before. Later I discovered it was a room to a motel. There was a big bed and a big window that looked out onto the ocean. Oh, the ocean! I could almost feel the wet sand in my little wooden hands. I heard Meo say that she wanted to take a nap, but I was wide awake. She sat me in the window, there I had a clear view of the pounding waves and am proud to say that I was able to stay put while Meo and her husband slept.
An hour or more whent by when finally Meo picked me up and took off my bonnet. Now the sound of the waves hitting the sea shore seemed even louder and the urge to get nearer to the ocean was even stronger. But alas, this was not to be the case. Meo quickly dropped me into her purse and, now again, for what seemed like a very long time, I shared the space with the contents of her purse. The muffled sound of rock music and clinking of glasses as the word “Toast” could be heard. Much laughter was all around; it sounded as if fun was being had by all. They seemed to be a very happy bunch, those people who called themselves Classical Glass Corvette club members.
I think a night had passed when I woke up in a very large bed with crispy white sheets…
What seemed like long ago memories, almost what seemed to be nostalgic dreams, stirred in me. I know not where they came from, but at that very moment I was so overcome with emotion and was so very,very happy and content that I think I could have stayed in that spot for a long time. But I heard Meo and her girlfriend Jan say that they were ready to walk away from the beach and back to the town. I may have heard them speaking about a party with some of the corvette people in one of the rooms of the motel. I was once again put into Meo’s purse and hoped beyond hope that she would take me to the “party”. I was really starting to enjoy the companionship of the people who drove corvettes for fun.
Later on, I’m sure it was that very evening, I was in for a very pleasant surprise. But now I was once again bouncing around in the bottom of Meo’s purse. The rocking motion quickly help me to drop off for an afternoon nap. Which, now looking back, I am glad I was able to fit in. That evening would indeed prove to be a long and lively one.
My next memory was one of Meo, in what seemed to be in a very fast motion, dumping me out onto the bed along with all the contents of her purse. I heard her whisper to herself “Ok, Hitty, I’m bringing you to the party!” She also grabbed her camera….
We entered what looked like another motel room for it also had a large bed and a window to the ocean. However, there were many, many people in this room, and all seemed to be laughing and drinking what looked like many kinds of liquids. I had heard some of the things that Meo and her husband drank sometimes referred to as milk and water and sometimes even beer and wine, but I had never heard of any drink called a duck fart. I did notice that when Meo and the corvette people once again shouted out a word (this time it sounded like a duck quack) and drank the liquid called “duck fart” that they soon became very happy and laughed and talked loudly. So this was a party?
There was food there too. What I understood to be chips and dip. The dip looked yummy and when I was sure the corvette people were not looking, I couldn’t help but to plunge my hand into it.
It was soft and creamy and cold and smelled faintly of clams. Many times I have been disappointed that I was not given the ability to eat, this was one of those times.
Now the party was getting livelier and I was very pleased when Meo, in her happy voice, began to talk about me to the corvette people. Even though I could see that her husband was rolling his eyes, she did not hold back. Soon she had the whole room’s attention and even began to pass me around. I was very proud and happy as I heard the corvette people talk about me in such positive words. It was then that I realized how truly lucky I was to have taken a trip in the red corvette with Meo and her husband to the ocean with the corvette people.