I'd like to think that things are getting better but my eyes are getting worse, so maybe I miss a lot, originally uploaded by Rabujee.
I like to drive. I like the speed, the rush, pushing the limit (and immediately checking in the mirrors for cops hehe...what can I say my conscience gets the best of me). I've never sped insanely except for this one time, in a rush and a little frustrated with things, I hit close to 100 mph.
It doesn't help that I have a 4 cylinder Toyota, that doesn't speed up that fast, and always has to fight drag extra hard to keep up with the other cars on the highway. I still enjoy it though.
Two summers ago I used to drive 40 miles to work in the wee hours of the morning and I started feeling like the drive was so robotic to me, I mean my mind was completely relaxed, not engaged in the task most of the time. I knew all the twists and turns of the road, I knew which exits to take, I even knew when to change lanes and avoid those gihugic potholes Detroit is notorious for. If it wasn't for the early timing, I would have thoroughly enjoyed the empty roads on those summer mornings.
That time in the car alone is what I savor. I talk to myself, sometimes loud, sometimes under my breath (I don't care if you think I'm weird for it). When my favorite song comes on I crank the radio up and even dance a little. Okay so those of you that know me can't really imagine this, can you? Well get over it! I stuff my face with food and worry about making a mess. When I get in the car, I immediately go through my cell phone to find people to call, sometimes I get an answer on the first try, sometimes not. I admit I have taken pictures of places/things while driving and I've given it up. Too dangerous and distracting so now I only take pictures from the car if the car is stopped at a light/stop sign or I pull over.
My car needs to be clean/smell nice and there's only one other friend of mine that has a spotless car (cleaner than mine and I must say I am jealous). I hate winters because I never get motivated enough to go for a wash, but you really should if you want to protect the body from getting eaten away by those nasty snow salts.
I think black tinted windows are sexy. My car came with tints and I'm not sure what I' would do if I had to get them removed. (Although they're fading to purple now...ughy)
There are some things I would never do though, that I have seen other drivers engaged in while in their cars:
1. Pick my nose - do I really need to explain?
2. Eat with a fork and a knife - these things become projectiles if you ever are in an accident and I don't want to imagine where they could end up.
3. Leave glasses and china dishes hanging around the back seats/floor - Same reason as for #2 and seriously what do people do in their cars? Have gourmet meals??
4. Read a newspaper/magazine/book/use my laptop - speaks for itself; trust me I've seen this a number of times
5. Prop my foot up on the dash or let it hang out the window - umm I'm too short for this so I wouldn't try even if I wanted to
I'm a decently slick (does that make sense) go-cart driver and I only wish I could take a real car on the track. That's why, one day, I really, really, REALLY want to drive a Bugatti Veyron down the Autobahn at its top speed (250 mph baby...OH YEAH!!).
I also think Mini Coopers are the cutest boring-looking cars out there. If you've ever watched The Italian Job you know what I mean. Also, I have made it a point to snap a picture of cutesy VW Beatles. And then when I have tons and tons of those pictures, I'll make a collage one day. Or maybe I'll use all the tiny pictures added up to make a big picture of a VW. I don't even know if you're following what I'm saying anymore but here, this is what I'm talking about.
Well that's all for my randoms on driving and cars.
No wait, I might have mentioned this before but I really want to learn how to work on cars, you know fix this and customize that. Sometimes, I want to go ask one of the mechanics I always go to, to let me follow them around and learn things but then I get creeped out...so I'll just make my future husband teach me the mechanics of it all. That and learning to drive a manual. Yea...
And for those of you who are left wondering why you've never gotten a phone call from me when I drive home....its just...
uhh.... yea end of post. k bye.