Wayne Penner Has A Dream
BY: Wayne Penner
Dream….Have you ever had a dream? We all have
dreams, yet most of us do not have the opportunity to see them
come true. I too have had a dream, a dream that has occupied the
recesses of my mind for more than thirty years now. Wind blowing
through my hair, the awe struck look of passers by, and the
power under my foot that excels me along the cold concrete
pavement that brings me to my destination.
After a long and arduous journey I have been able to fulfill my
lifelong dream. With financial security on my side, devoted
support from my loving wife, and a difficult, maybe selfish
decision finally made, I have been able to realize my dream,
which is now quietly sitting in its protective shelter. At last
I can awake from my slumber, peek my head into the garage and
finally realize my dream in full consciousness. As the vanity
plate on the back end shines in the reflected moonlight, "ITZA
58" stares back at me. Itza 58 alright, a beautiful, unblemished
Panama yellow 1958 Corvette, that I have dreamed and fanaticized
about in my prairie homeland since early childhood for which I
can now and very proudly call my own.
With the advent of the Internet my labor-intensive search for my
dream had become considerably easier. After locating a number of
potential prospects, I managed to narrow my search down until I
was satisfied with just one, the one that I hoped had the
capability to satisfy my longing and fulfill this childhood
fantasy of mine. After contemplating for what seemed to be an
eternity of time, I went ahead and made arrangements that would
bring me to the countryside in rural Quebec, where I hoped I
could step back in time to the year 1958.
When I arrived at the quaint countryside farmyard that was to be
my destination I was almost giddy with excitement. "Could this
be the one?", I kept asking myself, "Am I really going to do
this?" As the feeling of anticipation was nearly paralyzing, I
somehow managed to get out of my rental car and began what I
hoped to be the last leg of my journey. An elderly fellow, whose
broken English was at times hard to understand, approached me.
We shook hands and introduced ourselves, yet I was barely able
to remember his name due to the utter excitement and anxiousness
that was overwhelming my body and mind. As I retreated my
shaking hand from his somewhat clammy and damp palm I was
overwhelmed with a feeling of nervousness and uncertainty. Had I
wasted my time and made a mistake. Did I really need to be here?
I was suddenly and most unexpectedly taken back to my childhood
at Christmas time. Was the thrill of actually wanting something
going to be more exciting than actually receiving it? Was it
just the idea of owning the car of my dreams that appealed to
me? As these questions swelled in my brain to what seemed to be
an unbearable amount of time, we were already on our way to a
distant barn out in the field ahead of us. The moment had
approached. The big sliding barn door was before me. The
Frenchman spoke, but I did not hear what he said. My hands were
sweaty, my mind racing. The seconds were turning into hours. Was
this the moment that I had envisioned for years? Was I doomed to
bitter disappointment, or to be filled with utter bliss? As the
old Frenchman's wiry hand reached for the rusted barn door
handle I felt like turning around and racing back to my dingy
bed and breakfast as fast as I could. But then something
happened. As I was on the verge of a fast and furious sprint
away from the barn, something caught my eye. I am not sure if it
was the crisp, clean white walls of the original tires, the
metallic shine of the spectacular chrome finish, or the unique
and pristine yellow of the car itself. Whatever I saw through
the initial crack in the barn house door, it was powerful enough
to stop me dead in my tracks. As the door slid fully open, I was
not only overcome by the smell of barn must, engine oil, and
grease, but also by the mere beauty of what lay before me.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath the old Frenchman in
his thick Quebec accent exclaimed…" So uh… what do ya think eh?"
I stood there speechless, awestruck and numb.
I had only been there for ten minutes, but in my mind I had
already bought the car, it was on the train and on its way back
to Winnipeg, where my wife and I were driving down Portage
Avenue on a Sunday night with the wind in our hair and the
approving glances of onlookers.
" So uh… what do ya think eh?" the Frenchman asked again
breaking my private silence. He only had to glance at me to know
my answer. Right then and there he felt his wallet get a little
bit fatter. I proceeded to tell him that I was very interested,
however my forced attempt at hiding my excitement was as
transparent as the front windshield that was staring back at me.
After some minor conversation and small chitchat we headed back
to the main house to begin the negotiations. After about an hour
of dialogue and futile bargaining (I would of paid any price at
this point), the final deal was made. I left there with mixed
feelings of nervousness and excitement.
I had finally realized my dream but still there was the matter
of transportation back to my hometown that plagued my thoughts.
I would only be at peace once the four-barrel, 350 horsepower
life improver was sitting peacefully in my garage. I had already
pre arranged the transport of my dream back in Winnipeg, so all
there was left for me to was return home and anxiously await its
arrival. Four days and three gallons of sweat later, my dream
had finally arrived at its destined home.
It has been a long and interesting journey for me up to this
point. I look at the trials and tribulations that have brought
me to this point, and I can't help but ask myself, is this the
end of my journey or just the beginning? Whatever the case may
be, I have learnt a valuable lesson. Dreams can come true, mine
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