So, I finally own a car.
There is a red 1990 Honda Accord Coupe with AC, a CD changer in the trunk, and a newish transmission parked in a downtown lot, and it belongs to me.
I drove all over the place over the weekend, shopping and visiting my parents and flying around town with my girl Abie.
I love driving. Some people feel like driving is simply a way to get from place to place, some people use driving as a way to extend their ego from their microscopic section of the universe, but if you are like me, driving is both a symbolic act of freedom and an activity of absolute pleasure.
My father insists that the love of driving as an activity in and of itself is something I inherited from him, and glows with pride when exclaiming, “You're just like me!”, as if he finally found something we have in common, and it had never been pointed out to him that we both are major computer geeks, both love to sing, both drive my mother insane, both are stubborn and of strong conviction, both enjoy watching corny late night tv, both are surgically attached to our mobile phones, both are total insomniacs, and both laugh at all the same jokes.
This is putting aside the fact that looks-wise I'm simply the younger, much prettier version of my father.
But I digress. The point is, I have a car! And I LOVE it!
Need a ride?
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in downtown Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]