Summer of 69

When I was in High School I was introduced to the tony equestrian life.  Not only did I have the opportunity to ride a top thoroughbred jumper, but I got to drive a very hot Jaguar XKE.  This particular car became my eventual sister-in-laws new car after my boyfriend and my eventual husband cracked up her brand new Oldsmobile.  I can’t remember that he was allowed to drive the Jaguar but I did and it was great fun.  I drove it down the yet unopened interstate that bisected their farm with the top down and red hair flying. It was way too much fun. I opted for horseflesh rather than fast cars for the rest of my life.  A good choice if you ask me. But I think of that car once in awhile when I’m musing on my errant youth and summer days in southern Indiana.