“Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?”
Mercedes Benz – Janis Joplin
I love that song. So funny and poignant. The lyrics got me thinking today about my own body, and the fact that for the last 50 years it’s been my main source of transportation. Regardless of how I’ve treated it, it has taken me where I wanted to go. Even if I haven’t always kept it tuned up or in good shape along the way, it plugged along, spitting and sputtering only on the rarest occasion. Every now and then letting out a loud ‘k-bang’, just to be heard, but reliable and trustworthy just the same. What a magnificent machine.
I took the analogy one step further and began to wonder, what kind of ride am I? Today, in this moment. A Benz, an old Studebaker or a 1967 Pinto? What I realized was, regardless of what I am today, I’d rather travel down the road of life in a Mercedes Benz than a broken down Chevy! (A ‘classic’ Mercedes Benz to be exact).
The greater message is not about who has the best looking chassis, but what kind of ride do you get? I don’t necessarily need to be a Porsche (maybe that’s for you!), but if given the choice, I’d sure choose a high performance, sleek, comfortable, yet quiet ride, with plenty of agility on the road to get me where I’ve got to go – especially considering I’m not getting any younger.
Well, until I’m being chauffeured around, that is. Then it’s Lincoln – all the way!