Downtown Los Angeles, California circa 1958. Ten years have passed and I'm not quite sure I've gotten over her beauty. She's no longer at the place where I first laid eyes on her. She's moved on, but my love for her hasn't lost a single heartbeat. It's safe to say that it was love at first sight. It's summer and all I can think about are her curves moving side to side as we'd change lanes down the famous scenic Pacific Coast Hwy. The first time her top came off, my jaw dropped in disbelief. That was the day that I knew we belonged to each other. I ask myself how my measly salary could even sustain a beauty of her stature. I'm just a grimly garbage man. I often see her at the end of a curb and I say to myself, "Someday my 1948 Ford Super Deluxe Convertible".