My darling baby buggy has popped up in another state.

My l’il NY Giant will roam the streets of south Florida and then a surrogate will transport her to her true home in New York after the New Year.

The long and winding road started in Los Angeles. She was then relocated to San Francisco where my girl free ranged for 12 long years. Next the journey found her in Connecticut by means of a moving van then back to Los Angeles,  recently onto Florida and in 2025 she will arrive in NY, a final and forever home.

What a life.

My first date with my husband was in the car, top down (not mine😎) driving down San Vicente Boulevard to the Pacific Coast Highway introducing my non-rocker guy to the one and only God of rock ‘n roll, Bruce Springsteen.

The accelerator cable broke during our first getaway to Lake Tahoe with our two Golden Retrievers in the back seat. David came up with an ingenuous plan and rigged the cable over my shoulder between the 2 doggies and we drove the last two hours to Tahoe with the top down in 20 degree weather…we made it alive and Samantha and Tougher loved it.

I went into labor in my l’il yellow bug and almost delivered the baby when David hit a pothole in Cheviot Hills on the way to Cedar Sinai Hospital at 4am.

My daughter’s first ride was in my NY Giant convertible.

My life long introduction to Volvos was through my VW. The newly inaugurated grandparents were aghast at the idea of a newborn roaming the dangerously wild streets of Los Angeles in the backseat of a tiny VW convertible along with two large dogs…next stop Volvo Santa Monica for an unsexy grown up car, but I refused to surrender my youth so she stayed for solo excursions while I graduated to the the Donna Reed model.

Sports illustrated stopped me on the streets of Beverly Hills to photograph my license plate and featured my car in the Super Bowl XXI issue with me at the wheel. The NY Football Giants beat the Denver Broncos at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California.

Under duress because I was a full grown adult and new mother, I submitted a photo of myself in my NY Giant car in full Giants regalia…Giant helmet earrings, watch, t-shirt, Giants pants, socks, sneakers, necklace.

Urged on by my beloved Queen E. I entered the Greatest NY Giant Fan contest sponsored by the Lawrence Taylor TV show. LT was and still is the greatest defensive player to ever play the game.

I won the contest beating out thousands of contestants. LT flew me to NYC to appear on the show and bask in the glory of Big Blue.

I was stopped multiple times by surly, pompous California Highway Patrolmen in tight pants and Ray-bans who took pity on a woman who fully supports a lousy football team…the comment was I had suffered enough. They could not inflict more pain on me by handing over a moving violation.

That car has provided so much joy and a plethora of memories from Day One when the owner’s son at Santa Monica VW met me, sold me the car and offered a huge discount if I agreed to go out on a date with him.

I am the original owner and paid $2,245 for my darling baby who still makes me feel like a free wheeling, wind blowing in my hair, radio blasting twent-something cool chick.

To this day, the stick shift keeps me entertained, although I would love electric door locks, a cup holder and AC…a girl can dream.

I will never surrender the l’il yellow Giant.