Day 33 - Megan V

My dad called her 'Mustang Megan'. She drove a mustang and her name was Megan; yes, my dad is clever. Megan drove me home from band a lot and eventually offered to drive me to school in the mornings. After a couple weeks riding the awful bus that took five times longer than driving, I was beyond excited to get a ride. It wasn't just any ride either. As I said, Megan drove a mustang called 'el diablo azul'. And she was seriously involved with one of the coolest guys in band. She also was fun.



So fun. She was a bit of a morning person and usually sang along with the radio or CD on the way to school. She always threw out her arm for the "soccer mom seat belt" when stopping too fast. She also ate while driving. Most people choose easy snack-like breakfasts for commuting. Megan chose cereal. The route to school was this exciting, winding, narrow road with deep ditches on each side. Megan would calmly spoon cereal into her mouth while zooming around the curves. Mornings with a heavy fog or when she borrowed her mom's standard car were the most invigorating.

Once, on the same road, we came upon a flipped car lying in the ditch. Megan immediately stopped. Luckily someone else also just stopped and we pulled over to ask them if they knew anything about the car. Turns out it had just flipped, the girl was out and fine and a tow truck and paramedic were both on their way. Megan didn't have to that morning, but I had no doubt she had it in her to save someones life. Megan was a strong woman, not afraid to have fun in every way possible, but still very responsible.