Being grown up isnt half as fun as growing up
I was thinking "WOW!"
This reliable little honda gets some freaking amazing gas mileage.
I had driven almost 300 miles according to my trip meter,
And the needle that measures the gas had moved...but barely.
Freeway miles.
It must be those freeway miles!.
I had driven to Los Angeles twice.
San Diego Twice.
Then out to Temecula.
...and then somewhere near Guajome Lake...
There was a cough, a sputter, and...nothing.
A sound that could be attributed to nothing other than...running out of gas.
Crap.
I think I was more dissappointed that my car didnt get the amazing gas mileage I had been bragging about than the fact that I was out of gas.
But as I sat there and waited for my AAA knightinshiningarmor...
...I remembered the last time I was stuck at this exact intersection.
It was 2:00 in the morning. I was 15. I had just learned how to drive stick the week before. I was so proud of my new found skills. My friend was 17. She was very drunk. Her car was very stick. I had the brilliant idea of driving her and all my other drunk friends home. In my mind it was better to drive without a license than to drive drunk.
First gear....success...we were on our way...
Second gear, third, fourth...
...Until Guajome Lake Rd. and 76.
Fast cars. Pressure. I crumbled beneath it.
A car full of drunk teenage girls stalled in the middle of a highway intersection.
I sat there contemplating my life.
Frozen.
Praying to a God I had refused to believe in.
My heart was pounding and I shaking too much.
I realized all my friends were yelling at me to go.
One of them was crying.
I managed to get us home...
But...
That intersection is cursed.
Later in my life I would also curse North Santa Fe and Sagewood.
Where Marissa and I were fist fighting in the car over who should be driving.
Until we both got out and decided to switch.
Chinese Fire Drill Style.
She inadvertantly locked the doors.
Car running.
Emergency break...not on.
There we both stood, 16 years old, 1:00 in the afternoon... as we watched her little Jetta roll down the hill until it hit the sidewalk by the lake and come to a stop.
We stood in the middle of the street laughing and crying all at once.
El Camino Real and Oceanside Blvd.- stall...roll back...hit a car behind me...they took off.
Traffic on San Marcos Blvd. and Avenida De La Rosas - Marissa stalled rolled back...hit car....they didnt take off...they took her for all she was worth.
Half Moon Bay - Had to slam on my break on the Highway One. Forgot the clutch. Stalled. Got hit. Cried.
Business Park - Traffic...stalled...almost hit car...didnt. Pulled over...refused to drive stick for a long time.
...So there I sat waiting for Mr. AAA.
Hmmm...I guess I should probably get that needle fixed.
This reliable little honda gets some freaking amazing gas mileage.
I had driven almost 300 miles according to my trip meter,
And the needle that measures the gas had moved...but barely.
Freeway miles.
It must be those freeway miles!.
I had driven to Los Angeles twice.
San Diego Twice.
Then out to Temecula.
...and then somewhere near Guajome Lake...
There was a cough, a sputter, and...nothing.
A sound that could be attributed to nothing other than...running out of gas.
Crap.
I think I was more dissappointed that my car didnt get the amazing gas mileage I had been bragging about than the fact that I was out of gas.
But as I sat there and waited for my AAA knightinshiningarmor...
...I remembered the last time I was stuck at this exact intersection.
It was 2:00 in the morning. I was 15. I had just learned how to drive stick the week before. I was so proud of my new found skills. My friend was 17. She was very drunk. Her car was very stick. I had the brilliant idea of driving her and all my other drunk friends home. In my mind it was better to drive without a license than to drive drunk.
First gear....success...we were on our way...
Second gear, third, fourth...
...Until Guajome Lake Rd. and 76.
Fast cars. Pressure. I crumbled beneath it.
A car full of drunk teenage girls stalled in the middle of a highway intersection.
I sat there contemplating my life.
Frozen.
Praying to a God I had refused to believe in.
My heart was pounding and I shaking too much.
I realized all my friends were yelling at me to go.
One of them was crying.
I managed to get us home...
But...
That intersection is cursed.
Later in my life I would also curse North Santa Fe and Sagewood.
Where Marissa and I were fist fighting in the car over who should be driving.
Until we both got out and decided to switch.
Chinese Fire Drill Style.
She inadvertantly locked the doors.
Car running.
Emergency break...not on.
There we both stood, 16 years old, 1:00 in the afternoon... as we watched her little Jetta roll down the hill until it hit the sidewalk by the lake and come to a stop.
We stood in the middle of the street laughing and crying all at once.
El Camino Real and Oceanside Blvd.- stall...roll back...hit a car behind me...they took off.
Traffic on San Marcos Blvd. and Avenida De La Rosas - Marissa stalled rolled back...hit car....they didnt take off...they took her for all she was worth.
Half Moon Bay - Had to slam on my break on the Highway One. Forgot the clutch. Stalled. Got hit. Cried.
Business Park - Traffic...stalled...almost hit car...didnt. Pulled over...refused to drive stick for a long time.
...So there I sat waiting for Mr. AAA.
Hmmm...I guess I should probably get that needle fixed.