Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Fresh Air

I miss wind wings. The flow of fresh air, directed as I wished, was one of the true pleasures of driving. A 1968 VW was the last car I drove with wind wings.

But, in a parade of progress, wind wing side vents succumbed to air conditioning, followed quickly by power steering, power windows, cruise control, power mirrors, power seats with lumbar support and memory, power brakes, GPS, back-up video, and more.

I love it all; want every bell and whistle I can afford. But can't I have it with wind wings?

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