One of my best friends I met right after college had the best little sports car. She told me her parents bought it for her as bribery, so she would pick the in-state school. They saved money, and she was close enough to visit, flying down the road with her little Camaro. She got married and we stopped getting invitations to her place on New Year’s Eve when they moved out to the country with the new baby, and the last time we met for lunch I laughed and told her she was driving a mom car and she didn’t know what I was talking about. She still looks beautiful pulling up in the little minivan she got at Brookdale Buick, but I can’t stop thinking about all those times we skipped out of work together to go speeding to a movie in the middle of the afternoon.