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| General Motors automobile mural (Photo credit: Toban Black) |
This is a whole new world to me. I’ve always had a car since
I took driver’s ed. at fifteen. Some cars were certainly better than others,
but I always had wheels man. This is something I never realized I took for
granted. The freedom that comes with that hadn’t really had true meaning until
now.
Too many times in the past I’ve run out of ciggies at 2am
and been able to just hop into trusty ol’ Red, my Toyota Corolla, may she rest
in peace, and shoot off to the store, returning not only with a pack of
ciggies, but munchies to satisfy… ok I won’t say it because there are kids
here, but if I have the munchies, you can do the math.
Too many times have I broken a string on my guitar after
putting off a trip to the music store one too many times, and been able to hop
in the trusty ol’ Mazda Pickup (may he rest in peace [why was the truck a HE? I
don’t know]) and cruise on down to the music store returning, not only with
guitar strings but another guitar strap I really didn’t need.
Just having the freedom on a whim to hop in the car with my
telescope in tow and a few Heart CDs heading for the darkness waiting beyond
the city limits only to get frustrated that the damn moon moves entirely too fast
to really enjoy the experience…ah, but the music was bichin’ and the drive was
peaceful, especially with the windows rolled down in the middle of spring.
The list goes on and on and on and on.
Am I spoiled? You bet your bippy I am.
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