I'm not one of those kids who wanted to learn to drive. I waited until I was stranded in rural North carolina, ten miles from the nearest quart of milk. Then I bought a used VW super beetle for 500 dollars. It was ultramarine-cobalty blue! I loved it and it smelled good and the seller was a nice girl who was in college at UNC. And that's how I make my decisions.
I am admittedly a space shot and now that I am driving my husband's ancient maroon Subaru to my nearest pool I have to remember as I'm tootling down the highway "I'm driving, I'm driving." Most people just drive but I have to say this out loud to remind myself. Drive as if my life depended on it because it does. No radio no thinking about other things. The road and the asphalt and the other cars. That's it, baby.
Maybe I should study automotive so I would understand this mysterious machine. Most people are afraid to cook with pressure cookers. When they tell me I say, "Well, I'm afraid to drive. Cars are much more dangerous than pressure cookers."
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