"...They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels...
I hit the road and I'm gone...
What's my number
I wonder how your engine feels.
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engine feels...."

Baby Driver
As my first nephew, Matthew, is about to turn 16 years old this weekend, I felt it appropriate to share this story:

BabyDriver.mp3
My license plate on my first car was "BBDrivr" after the song, "Baby Driver" by Simon & Garfunkel from the album Bridge Over Troubled Water © 1969 (just after my year of birth).  The plate was actually a gift from my boyfriend, Russ, (senior year of high School and first half of college) who knew the story below.

My first car was actually, my sister's first car, which was an old white 1974 Fiat 124 Sport Coupe with red leather interior that had been sitting in the garage for years. The FIAT didn't last long, so I actually consider my first car to be my 1984 VW Rabbit, GTI (also a "hand-me-down" from my sister, but only a couple of years old, which meant NEW to me) which I got around the time that Matthew was born, during my senior year of High School.  I was 17 years old.  This is the car I totaled within the first year while speeding down "Dead Man's Curve" on Sunset and Will Rogers on the way to pick up "the Bo" for a day at the beach.  The VW was then replaced by my 1987 Alfa Romeo Milano which I drove into the ground while attending UCLA - with the same plates, "BBDrivr" .  Hopefully, Matthew will not follow in his Aunt's footsteps, or shall I say, tire tracks

Anyway, the song brings back fond memories of an evening in my sister's bedroom in our first home on Craig Street.  Miranda's bedroom was the last room on the left side of the house, with a door to the backyard.  She had red carpeting and this black and white psychedelic patterned wallpaper - very "groovy" for a teenager in the early 70s.  I must have been about 4 or 5 years old, which would have made her about 16 or 17, just as SHE was getting her driver's license.   One night, she was playing the "Bridge Over Troubled Water" album on her record player and I walked into her room and asked her to teach me how to dance.  The song, "Baby Driver" was playing, and I remember running in place, pretending I was steering a car (since the song was about driving - I was only 4 or 5!) and asked her if that was the way to dance (I have always been a square!). I can't remember if she laughed or just stared at me like I was an alien, but to this day the memory makes me laugh (it's good to be able to laugh at yourself).  Therefore, this song is still one of my favorites and this is a very fitting story for Matthew's Birthday.

Check out the baby driver video!


 

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