A memoir by Kevin Purdy
Ever had that moment when your heart skips a beat and you see some image in your mind? Just for five seconds, you see that moment in your mind and in the blink of an eye, its gone like the wind? In the summer of 2007, that's precisely what happened.
While on the way back from visiting my grandmother,who was weary and tired from a recent doctor's visit, Kevin, this seems a little redundant...were you coming home from grandma's house or from the doctor's office? and were you weary or was she? maybe break this up a little somehow. -Guitarmonkee05 9/6/07 6:07 PM my mother announced that she had a surprise for me and my brother. So, we pull in the parking lot of White Jones' Hardware. My first thought left me excited.
"A fishing rod?" I asked excitedly (we did have a fishing trip up to the mountains of Tennessee coming soon).
"You'll see soon, Kevin," she said with a mild laugh in her voice. Man, the suspense was doing a number on my nerves.
"There he is," mom said.
I looked around, confused because I didn't know the person my mother was referring to as "he". Then, my heart skipped a beat after tracing her eyes slightly to the left. The black paint shimmered brightly in my eyes. Finally, when the purple spots faded, I saw it as clear as day, though, I already had an idea of what it was. A big black Ford Explorer delivered a low roar from its 4.0L V6. Amazed, I stared, gazing at the beauty that was "The Beast".
Casey and I jumped out of our parents' Excursion to examine our not-so-new SUV. Two people, obviously not from around here, stepped out of the Explorer, and we shook hands. They seemed happy to finally find a potential buy for the car. They were from Oregon, judging by their accents.
Oblivious to the constant chitchat, I automatically jumped in and opened the hood of the car. My dad, who was also anxious to see the condition of the engine followed after me as Derek, the seller, stumbled of the technical specs of the car.
"New brakes...New Fram air filter," (WRONG! it was a K&N, which runs for about $40 for its high quality, Fram makes Oil Filters), "...new lift-gate supports."
The technical mumbo-jumbo that I am usually so fascinated with, faded to a dull whisper. Tammy, Derek's wife, talked to my mom while Derek and Dad conversed. Casey and I were debating about buying a CD player or a Flowmaster muffler first. Finally, Derek and Tammy left as soon as dad forked over the money, having had several second thoughts, of course. Dad took us with him for a test drive. When we got home, Casey and I examined the Beast with a fine tooth comb. We only found two things wrong with it: bald tires and a broken air conditioner.
I will always remember the day I got The Beast. I know when people ask what I drive, and I tell them, they say, "That's cool..." but you can tell they're not really impressed. No, it's not an F-350 by any means, but it's my car--my own car--and that's the best thing in the world to me.
Ever had that moment when your heart skips a beat and you see some image in your mind? Just for five seconds, you see that moment in your mind and in the blink of an eye, its gone like the wind? In the summer of 2007, that's precisely what happened.
While on the way back from visiting my grandmother,who was weary and tired from a recent doctor's visit, Kevin, this seems a little redundant...were you coming home from grandma's house or from the doctor's office? and were you weary or was she? maybe break this up a little somehow. -Guitarmonkee05 9/6/07 6:07 PM my mother announced that she had a surprise for me and my brother. So, we pull in the parking lot of White Jones' Hardware. My first thought left me excited.
"A fishing rod?" I asked excitedly (we did have a fishing trip up to the mountains of Tennessee coming soon).
"You'll see soon, Kevin," she said with a mild laugh in her voice. Man, the suspense was doing a number on my nerves.
"There he is," mom said.
I looked around, confused because I didn't know the person my mother was referring to as "he". Then, my heart skipped a beat after tracing her eyes slightly to the left. The black paint shimmered brightly in my eyes. Finally, when the purple spots faded, I saw it as clear as day, though, I already had an idea of what it was. A big black Ford Explorer delivered a low roar from its 4.0L V6. Amazed, I stared, gazing at the beauty that was "The Beast".
Casey and I jumped out of our parents' Excursion to examine our not-so-new SUV. Two people, obviously not from around here, stepped out of the Explorer, and we shook hands. They seemed happy to finally find a potential buy for the car. They were from Oregon, judging by their accents.
Oblivious to the constant chitchat, I automatically jumped in and opened the hood of the car. My dad, who was also anxious to see the condition of the engine followed after me as Derek, the seller, stumbled of the technical specs of the car.
"New brakes...New Fram air filter," (WRONG! it was a K&N, which runs for about $40 for its high quality, Fram makes Oil Filters), "...new lift-gate supports."
The technical mumbo-jumbo that I am usually so fascinated with, faded to a dull whisper. Tammy, Derek's wife, talked to my mom while Derek and Dad conversed. Casey and I were debating about buying a CD player or a Flowmaster muffler first. Finally, Derek and Tammy left as soon as dad forked over the money, having had several second thoughts, of course. Dad took us with him for a test drive. When we got home, Casey and I examined the Beast with a fine tooth comb. We only found two things wrong with it: bald tires and a broken air conditioner.
I will always remember the day I got The Beast. I know when people ask what I drive, and I tell them, they say, "That's cool..." but you can tell they're not really impressed. No, it's not an F-350 by any means, but it's my car--my own car--and that's the best thing in the world to me.
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