Driving

I’ve almost always had a car.  It’s incredibly hard in the Midwest to get around without one, and as it turns out, in California as well.  It’s also a huge safety/comfort factor for a single girl, especially when I was promoting at clubs—stupid, drunk people… of which I am now one.  Ha.  I always bond with my car… I can reach anything in it without taking my eyes off the road or hand off the wheel.  At least in more extreme driving situations; I do drive about half of my long distance, straight-line travel with my knee.  Years of pizza delivery and road trips…

I like to drive.  I don’t mind my boyfriend over four hours away in Vegas.  The flight may only be an hour, but is strictly scheduled and with all the getting there and checking in and waiting to dock and getting out, it’s almost four hours anyway.  Let’s see, spend that time rushing around so I can be restricted and with weird, other people, or just roll on my own flexible choice, with quiet time to myself or time to talk to friends.  Or to talk to myself.  Baha!

When I am on the road, I like to think the truckers and their gods watch over me.  I try to respect them and the road, and I am cute and all.  Sometimes in cases of weather, night and crazy, mountain roads, it’s just easier to follow taillights of the guy in front of you… That would probably be a smarter idea if I actually knew the guy in front of me.  But sometimes it’s just easier to follow the taillights if you can’t see and don’t know what’s coming.  Wow, kind of like life…