Standing by the lion stature of New York Library (NYPL) my thoughts were crystallized under scorching July sun. I’ve come to the term; It is time for me to say goodbye to my beloved “ 悍 马”( Hummer H2 ) and Emma (my GF from Scotland)
“ 悍 马 ” is my 2004 HummerH2 SUV which has 325 horse power and massive weight of 8600 lbs. I admit that I fell in love with her at first sight as I saw her at the dealer's parking lot. I could not explain it, I felt I was consumed by her stunning seductress instantly. “I gotta to have her” I said to myself.
悍 马 has been with me for over two years now, together we have had most romantic and enjoyable time, she never complains or demands. She is loyal and always there with me when I need her. In my heart she is really a beauty inside out. No matter I ride her in concrete juggle of Manhattan or at rusty fishing post of Maine State. It gets head-turning attentions at every corner. It is so cool to drive her on the highways I would feel like a king or at least a “Prince” who owns the highways as I can see over all other SUVs and Minivans. More importantly 悍 马 has taught me what means to be contented in New York City.
Above all, if it is not 悍马 I’ve never met Emma and have never known what love could be so inspirational before I bumped into Emma literally on New York steet.
A Saturday morning two weeks before last Christmas I tried to return books to NYPL while I was trying to park 悍 马 on 5th Ave. I accidentally bumped the rear end of a red Honda Accord In front of me. I thought I was in trouble as I was watching an incredible beautiful girl with blonde hair coming out from her car. She examined the scratch on her bumper rather quickly and she studied me from head to toe before she glued her attentions to 悍 马 leaving me standing there with terrible embarrassment.
“She is a beauty, isn’t she” she finally spoke to me, Her English accent so distinct yet sweet.
“What” I replied and confused by her words.
“Oh, your Hummer” She smiled and her green eyes flushed with cunningness.
“Thank you” I realized she was complimenting 悍马
“Sorry for my clumsiness “I apologized to her “May I pay for my damage on your car” I offered
“Don’t worry, I could be worse than you if I’d park her” She laughed.
“Please let me pay the damage” I pulled my wallet out.
“No, it is ok, If you really insist, you may buy me a cup of coffee, instead” she winked to me.
“Sure, should we go to the Starbucks on East 42nd street?” I couldn’t believe I got off the hook this way.
The Latté at Starbucks made her face to be glowing radiant. She was so pretty and I found myself to stare her face impolitely. She told me her name was Emma and from Scotland of Great Britain. She was studying composition at Juilliard School. We talked about NYPL, books and authors, music and composers. Most time we laughed together for those worst embarrassing moments in New York living. There it seemed we were old fiends who met again after years apart.
On the way back to her car it was staring snowing, the snow flakes were huge and delicate. I put my overcoat on Emma as her tall and thin body under her white wool sweater was shaking in chilly air. She smiled at me as her gorguous green eyes was glimmering with warmth . We traded phone numbers and she joked with me that she had a great time for an “accidental date”.
Watching Emma drove her car away, my mind and body were frozen. I did not know what to say. What has happened? Am I falling love with someone I met on the street? It must a New York City fairy tale. I started the engine and murmured to 悍 马 "Forget about it". Well, only a whiff of her perfume left on my coat proved it was real.
Two weeks passed I was so busy with work and occupied by those never end of corporate Christmas luncheons and parties. Two days before New Year Day an msg was left on voice mail box “Hey, this is Emma, the Scottish girl, how is thing going with you and your Hummer? " Pause and hesitation “there is New Year party coming up I am wondering if you can go with me …….” Emma’s voice was so euphonious that I felt it was music that composed to cater my heart.
To be continued.
