I changed my mind.

I always complain to George about how I hate driving.

It’s not just a random hate: for most of my adult life, I have lived in cities where public transportation was the norm and/or urban sprawl (or lack thereof?) allowed you to simply walk/bike everywhere. I’m used to that; I like it that way. The transition to the U.S. hasn’t been a simple one for many reasons, that being one of the more important ones.

Additionally, most of my adult life I never even OWNED a car… and the short time that I did own one (before now), ended in it being totaled. By a horse. I wasn’t driving. I swear.

It hasn’t helped to live in a city where the vast majority of the diurnal drivers are retirees (who shouldn’t be driving) and soccer moms talking on their cell phones (who SHOULDN’T BE DRIVING, PULL OVER AND TALK, PLEASE, I AM FINE WITH YOU TAKING YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS BUT NOT MINE). After witnessing how these drivers treat pedestrians and bikers, how they are incapable of driving in rain (folks, we’re in the subtropics, it rains a LOT, learn to drive in the rain or gtfo), the lack of their ability to YIELD WHEN I HAVE PREFERENCE causing me to, more often that I’d like, slam on my horn, and watching a distracted lady use the suicide lane inappropriately and get RAMMED by a FedEx truck, I was more than ready to hang my keys and say adieu to driving.

But you can’t really do that, in suburbia, can you?

Today I rediscovered the joy of driving.

For this, I’d like to thank today’s bright, sunshine-y day, Ke$ha’s Tik Tok, Boots & Boys, and Blah Blah Blah (yes, I listen to Ke$ha, I can if I want ), and driving fast. Really fast.

I think I need a radar detector.