I was in my 2001 green CR-V, driving on the highway. Though itâ€™s a small engine with four cylinders, it could sustain speed surprisingly well, and cruising at 80 mph was plenty fast. It handled pretty well, basically a bigger version of the Civic, for which both cars were based on the same chassis frame. I had planned on trading the car away when my mom gave me this her â€œoldâ€ car. She got the newer CR-V. But I ended up keeping it, since itâ€™s serving its purpose wellâ€”driving all over the Bay Area, enduring harsh bumps and puffing up hills in San Francisco, and to date, itâ€™s never left me stranded alone on the highway.
Yuka, my wife, was sitting in the passenger seat. Outside the car was one of these classic days with a clear blue sky, temperature was literally perfect, at 68 f and felt warmer if youâ€™re inside the car, with sunshine rays hitting against the glass. Few luxury cars passed us, then couple American muscle cars like a Corvette or Charger with Hemi V-8 engine would sneak out of nowhere and speed past them and us, as to say look whoâ€™s the boss here. Out on the road, Iâ€™d play a little mind game and try to identify which models they were, the years they were, and sometimes, Iâ€™d try to see who was behind the wheel, whether if itâ€™s male or female, and made a bad stereo-typing. I turned my head around, only to find that my wife wasnâ€™t doing any of what I was doingâ€”cars spotting, stereo-typing, or enjoying scenery out front. She was just looking at me like I was doing some kind of a commercial or in a movie. Yes, looking at me, nothing else.
Realizing this, I made a little facial expression as to say â€œYes? were you gonna say something?â€ She shook her head and said â€œI was just looking at you. Thatâ€™s all.â€ This made me a bit self-conscious like was there something on my face or under my nose. I quickly checked myself in the front view mirror; nothing going on my face. Then, I said â€œSo, you were just looking at me. Not interested in these cars much fancier than this green CR-V or the nice weather outside?â€ She responded â€œNo, just you.â€ and she smiled at me. I made a small grin, turned my head back and to the road ahead. I could feel she was still looking at me. Itâ€™s hard to imagine Iâ€™d make a more interesting subject than these cars like Tesla Model S, GTR, Porsche 911s (my future dream car), or the likes. Then I felt her hand coming over and hold my hand. The CR-V kept up at 80 mph yet still few luxury cars passed us, then a Corvette or Charger roared past all of us. But I know she wasnâ€™t paying attention to any of them and I dream of us in a Porsche someday.