Pepe

Okay, I need to write a little bit about the El Camino. When I tell guys that I am driving an El Camino, or even when I go to get into it after church, I will hear praises with a tinge of jealousy. "El Camino." They say that. With a kind of spanish accent that makes it sound that much cooler. People who drive behind me and my El Camino a.k.a. "Pepe" probably think that I am 85 or have been drinking too much. I sometimes have problems staying between the dotted lines and the solid line. It isn't because I am a bad driver (though some may argue that). It is because the El Camino has a mind of its own and often decides to go one way or the other. And then at other times, I can't see the dotted and solid lines on the road because my side mirrors are about the size of a pine cone. I personally think they are just for looks. And of course there is my change in speed. I barely have to touch the gas peddle for Pepe to start going faster and faster. And, it's basically a metal boat, so going downhill is always fun. But, these days Pepe and I have been becoming closer. I no longer tell him how much I hate him. And I don't avoid telling other people that I, yes I, am a driver of an El Camino.