Nicole, my 18 year old daughter and I climbed into the charcoal grey, four door, expensive vehicle. It was a Dodge Charger, you could smell that new car smell. The feeling of the rumble of the motor starting up was exhilarating. I didn’t even need to put the key in the ignition. I had it in my pocket all I had to do was just push a button to start. I reached for the shifter, pushed the button, and eased it into gear. Away we went, down the street to the gas station. I slowly put my foot on the accelerator. I could feel the power under my sneaker. We filled the gas tank, and hit the highway. Nicole found a radio station that was playing the perfect music for this trip, rock and roll. It set the ambiance, we looked at each other and smiled. We had a ten hour ride ahead of us. I drove faster than usual, enjoying the wind coming in the windows. I love the sound of the motor every time I put my foot down on the gas pedal. I even squeaked the tires a little, as my foot pushed down on the pedal. “Your crazy mom” said Nicole. She was afraid I would get a ticket. I just wanted to know what the car could do. How fast it could accelerate, as we could feel the vibration (brrrruummm) of the  motor under our seats. I settled down after a bit, but I still felt excited driving this new car. We got all the way to a New Hampshire “rest area” before we took a pit stop. I didn’t even want to stop driving. We had some great mother-daughter bonding time throughout the ride.