Drove my brand-new 2008 Toyota Corolla for two hours today, from university to home. Considering I'd only driven it once before it was a fairly scary experience. Although, the cd player enabling me to listen to Fick and Subhumans all the way was lovely.
I usually love the drive on my way home and hate it on my way back to university and more slavish classwork, but today I found myself concentrating on driving more than I have since my very first driving lessons.
I couldn't enjoy the wide sweeps of grassy plain, nor the horse farms scattered so plentifully over the landscape...
I couldn't savor the blueness of the sky as as the winds scuttled clouds here and there as they rushed from one end of the country to the other...
I barely noticed the hawks making leisurely turns over the rippling grasses, heads angled down, straining for a glimpse of a furry tail...
The smooth action of a brand new engine was wasted on me as I sweated, trying to watch the road and the speedometer simultaneously...
Hopefully I'll enjoy the drive back more, being more used to driving this strange being. I miss my Geo so much that it becomes unreasonable; at what point must we grow up and let the idols of our past slip away?
I have a beautiful brand-new car, and I yearn for the sweet familiarity of the car I learned to drive in, faded and shaky as it was.
I am growing acquainted with my Corolla, but I still have no idea if it is a he or she (my Geo was indubitably a he), and therefore cannot name it. I refuse to christen my car some androgynous name.
However, time will cure all ills, and the Corolla will one day have an identity and a name.
I'm off to dream of dark curls and a strong grasp; his kiss on my neck and voice in my ear...au revoir...
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Dark curls, eh? Who is this dark curled gent you speak of, 10 days ago? I'm not going to lie, I'm jealous. Oh, and "comment".
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