It was a particularly windy day in my commute down the Cajon Pass this morning.
And as I was driving down the mountain along with the trucks swaying side to side, I clutched my steering wheel tight.
Thoughts of my car wandered in -gotten its brake discs, bearings, bushings and cheneyings (You know — ABCs of car maintenance) just replaced by my car chief aka hubby this recent weekend,
This song by the UB40 feat Chrissie Hynde plays loudly as if talking to me….
“And when I get scared, you’re always around so let them say your hair’s too long”
“How’d you know I’ve been thinking of cutting my hair short?”
Wind bullies me again to the side.
“But I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong.”
And I held on to the wheel tighter.
“Then put your little hand in mine
There ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.
Babe, I got you babe, I got you babe. “