Well of course I will tell you why. I will always tell you why.
First off, driving is F-ing hard. I mean we like to do the whole it's like riding a bike - you never forget thing, but I am almost absolutely certain, that the Big Guy himself did not create us in His Most Image and Likeness while driving a Chevy. I just don't see it.
So when you begin you are all, holy fballs, yeah man this is rad. I have taken go karts and bumper cars to a whole new level. Need a ride to the petting zoo? I'm your lady. Were you off to the salon? Let me escort you in my mother's fuschia 1999 Volkwsageen Beetle. You don't care, it's a chance to DRIVE. I get to pump and brake and steer and shift....
Then about half a minute later. It gets old. And not only does it get old, but all the CONCERNS start happening. Wait- what there was an ACCIDENT? Whowhatwhenwherewhy? Then you go into... isn't it amazing how we all follow the same rules at the same time and everybody's a drone until someone - MUTHA EFFIN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
Oh also, I learned how to drive in New York City. How is that for a narcotic fueled pubescent video game? I was 19 and I used my summer job earnings to take driving lessons. I called an 800 number (it was the 90s) and said sign me up! And a little Asian man came down 20th st in a Toyota Camry to teach me how to drive....
That will be my NEXT blog post.
Oh also btw? I have grown new skin that refuses to tan.
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