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Thursday, June 26, 2003

"Caution, machines in this area are without drivers."
-actual sign posted at the gate
of a train yard in Walbridge, Ohio


. . . then my '93 Sunbird. it had a V-6 in it and therefore more ass than you’d expect. it also had a sunroof that whistled loudly when it was closed. it was like that story Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut where, every time you start to have an intelligent thought BANG! there’s this loud noise in your head to distract you. i could never make that whistling stop so i couldn’t really enjoy my drive time in that car, and that’s essential, so i had to sell it.

which bring me to my little green '99 Cavalier. modest small little thing. no strange noises. no strange smells. no hood ornaments to taunt me. it seems to enjoy my long drives though. at least i hope so because it’s going to cross several states very soon.

what was the point of all this flashing back? oh yeah. i was thinking about my friend Dan and his big yellow whale of a car. we’d drive around so long in that thing that they had to invent a law to stop us. the cops claimed there was a “cruising” law in our town and they’d actually count how many laps we’d do. hours and hours and hours and hours. listening to Ted Nugent and Queen and Asia (!) tapes, not talking about much. just driving until someone would make us stop.

these flashbacks don’t even do these vehicles justice. it’s like summing up ex-girlfriends with their top three arguments. For every wreck and injury and strange smell, there were good times too. in the cars i mean.

::: david - 6:52 PM [+] :::
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