Move The Car

Genevieve was a fierce driver. Born on a farm in 1910s, she first ran a cart with a donkey across her village to pick and drop children. She learned then to drive at age 15. We could find her running the little and big roads night and days with friends or first lovers. She eventually married a man who loved cars as much as she did. After WWII, the birth of three children and better prospects, she got herself a dream car: a cabriolet for her own usage. She would put suitcases and children in the car and drive to the seaside for the summer holidays. She loved the speed, her gloves on the steering wheel, her glasses smiling at the sun, the music in the stereo, the wind in her hair and the laughter of her children excited by the adventure. 

She shared her love for cars with her children. She would take her sons to the car shop to admire the beautiful cars. Every Monday, she and her first son were off work. They would go together to visit the car shop and admire the most luxurious cars. Her second son also loved cars and would spend all our travel talking about all the ranges. They are such beautiful beasts offering so much freedom to those who can move them. What about her daughter? and Grand-daughters?

I dream of her saying to her girls:

Shut Fear, Scrutiny and Criticism

Move the Car... 

Go for It... 

Let Go of Fear... 

Get Yourself a Better Car...

A More Expensive One... 

A Shinier One... 

You Deserve The Best... 

Move Your Attitude...

Dream Big...