Talking with a dear friend this morning, really about nothing significant, I somehow stumbled onto something that’s really been rolling around in my heart for a while. I just haven’t been able to put words to it yet, well… not until right now.
Those of you who read this blog on a regular basis (which I appreciate – and thanks again for the Leibster Nomination) know that I’m on an ever-changing emotional journey that has taken me to some really high points and very dark low points. Sometimes those emotions can change in a heartbeat, because I’m now at a point where they’re all clashing together. Old things are falling away, new things are showing up, and somewhere between we find the chaos that is my life.
Well, this conversation I mentioned above was a metaphor for the function and maintenance of a woman’s vagina… (yes, I have very interesting conversations, but that’s not the story I want to talk about at this particular moment) which turned to the topic of finding a good Mechanic. (I can see some of you right now skimming down a few paragraphs to get back to this subject of a woman’s vagina… *shakes my head*… but stay with me here.) The Mechanic in this metaphor, of course, is a good man – a man that fulfills not only a woman’s sexual needs, but takes care of her, takes pride in her, loves to show her off, loves to pamper her, loves to take her everywhere (even sometimes finding excuses to go just so they can be together), loves to take her for a spin and get her motor humming. I could really go on and on and on, but I think you get the picture.
Unfortunately, I’m finding there’s a huge shortage on good Mechanics, ones who don’t really appreciate the beauty and complexity of a good, well-made engine and the sleek style of a classic body. They’re into simplicity, easy, fast, economical, compact, and often the latest model that just rolled onto the showcase floor. They drool in their excitement and their fingers itch to press those start buttons and listen to her young engine come to life. But, a good mechanic knows that there are lot a bugs that have to be worked out of a new engine… it’s not been tested… it’s neither weathered the storms nor found its stride. It most often doesn’t even yet have a purpose… driven recklessly by some young inexperienced yelp out for a thrill… often crashing her, damaging her, or completely destroying her. They don’t understand – the simplicity requires no imagination and effort, which leads to a lack of appreciation. They get bored and ready to move on because the thrill has run out. So, they go from model to model… never being satisfied, because they’re not being fully stimulated.
But the beautiful classic… ah… the sound of her engine is strong. Her body may not be new, have a few patches here and there, but it’s solid, it’s sleek, and it’s still beautiful as hell. She’s got moves. She’s got curves. There’s a confidence in a classic… knowing she’s been through it already and made it… she can do it again. A good mechanic knows that a beautiful classic, if well-maintenance on a regular basis, won’t need much more than a regular tune-up and a steady coat of wax, because she’s already got a purpose and her kinks had been ironed out years before. She’s got style and grace and a beauty that never fades. She’s complicated, but something a good Mechanic appreciates, adores, loves and respects. He knows her intimately… all her parts and how they work together.
So, this classic beauty would love to find a good, smart, wise Mechanic. Let the boys have the little plastic hotrods… and let the real men dare to try and bridle the pure power of a classic. It’ll be the ride of their lives.
Till next time,