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"Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space."
Jack Kerouac
I've been driving for a little less than a year. 2006 is the year I learned to hate cabs (and buses) and avoid jeeps. Because of this my headache never goes away. While I enjoy the liberty of having a vehicle to shuttle me from place to place at my own time and pace, and while it costs less than taking a cab everywhere, the throbbing never goes away because I'm always scared that I'm going to die.
Not to sound like a wuss, but I always feel like I'm on the edge of something. Because that's how I feel about being clamped and locked in a speeding metal box; a speeding metal box that's a dot on the metropolis; a speeding metal box running alongside a thousand other metal boxes; a bumpcar without the surrounding inner tube. At least if I'm not in the driver's seat, it won't be my fault, and I can visit everyone I love as a ghost and we can cry together and have an overdue Hallmark moment just like in that Kyra Sedgwick movie with the bus.
But I always make it home safe and sound...then end up nicking the paint or denting the bumper in my own driveway.
Jack Kerouac
I've been driving for a little less than a year. 2006 is the year I learned to hate cabs (and buses) and avoid jeeps. Because of this my headache never goes away. While I enjoy the liberty of having a vehicle to shuttle me from place to place at my own time and pace, and while it costs less than taking a cab everywhere, the throbbing never goes away because I'm always scared that I'm going to die.
Not to sound like a wuss, but I always feel like I'm on the edge of something. Because that's how I feel about being clamped and locked in a speeding metal box; a speeding metal box that's a dot on the metropolis; a speeding metal box running alongside a thousand other metal boxes; a bumpcar without the surrounding inner tube. At least if I'm not in the driver's seat, it won't be my fault, and I can visit everyone I love as a ghost and we can cry together and have an overdue Hallmark moment just like in that Kyra Sedgwick movie with the bus.
But I always make it home safe and sound...then end up nicking the paint or denting the bumper in my own driveway.