"What My Mustang II Means to Me"
by Kirk Harrell
At the end of the day or after a long hard week, I go to a little hangar
that is non-descript. That little hangar looks like 30 other little
hangars, all lined up in a field of well mown grass and Whip-Or-Will birds.
Inside this hangar is a suit of armor I hammered out myself. Tailor made
to fit me perfectly. When I put on this suit of armor, I take off the
cares of my life, and go defy gravity for awhile. My spirits are lifted as
the cares of the world are left on the ground and I gain some perspective
of how small my problems really are as I see tiny cars traveling tiny
roads, a sunset after everyone else has missed it, a sunrise before anyone
else can see it, a shining golden river twisting off into the distance .
After awhile I come back and climb out of my suit of armor and become a
normal pedestrian again, but when I pick up my cares to take them home,
somehow they are not as heavy, and the car finds its way back to my
driveway as I dream of the next time can defy gravity and escape the bonds
that so many never can shake.
This is what my Mustang II means to me.