My car died a sudden and, I hope, very painful death earlier this year. The engine made some ghastly gurgling noise; she sputtered to a stop and that was all she wrote for my trusty ride, a 1998 Toyota Tercel I just call Ol' Red. I've been mad at that car ever since.
There are a few things I miss since the witch left me, but really, I can sum it up in one word: Freedom.
Freedom is the ability to get up and drive to the store at 2 a.m. because I am suddenly craving popcorn and a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup. No, I'm not pregnant. If I were, that would be a neat trick and could possibly signal the second coming. It's just how I eat popcorn, whenever possible. I don't remember why I started combining the two. I think it has something to do with the seeing movies at the local neighborhood theater as a kid. And while I really don't need to be eating a lot of popcorn and Reece's Peanut Butter Cups, I like having the option of satisfying that craving or any other craving for that matter.
Freedom is a long drive out in the country, listening to Heart songs, and hunting for deer in a humane way, with a spotlight and camera. It's something my ex-girlfriend and I used to do. Not having a car has certainly affected my ability to do that. I mean, there's no cigarette lighter receptacle on my bicycle, so where would I plug in the spotlight? But it really wasn't Ol' Red's fault this activity ceased to exist in my world. No, I blame the ex for that. Thanks hon.
And then there's the freedom of hopping in the car, driving down to the coast, car filled to the gills with fishing gear, anticipation oozing out of every pore, to experience my favorite thing in the world to do when I don't have a guitar in my hand: FISHING! I am fanatical about fishing. It's the only non-musical activity in which I am able to practice patience.
Believe me when I tell you it's not about what I catch, because after all, it's called fishing and not catching. If it were about the catching, I assure you, I would have given up on my beloved past time a long time ago. I can't remember the last time I caught a decent fish. But I've caught lots of great memories along the way. And that's time well spent.
There are a few things I miss since the witch left me, but really, I can sum it up in one word: Freedom.
Freedom is the ability to get up and drive to the store at 2 a.m. because I am suddenly craving popcorn and a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup. No, I'm not pregnant. If I were, that would be a neat trick and could possibly signal the second coming. It's just how I eat popcorn, whenever possible. I don't remember why I started combining the two. I think it has something to do with the seeing movies at the local neighborhood theater as a kid. And while I really don't need to be eating a lot of popcorn and Reece's Peanut Butter Cups, I like having the option of satisfying that craving or any other craving for that matter.
Freedom is a long drive out in the country, listening to Heart songs, and hunting for deer in a humane way, with a spotlight and camera. It's something my ex-girlfriend and I used to do. Not having a car has certainly affected my ability to do that. I mean, there's no cigarette lighter receptacle on my bicycle, so where would I plug in the spotlight? But it really wasn't Ol' Red's fault this activity ceased to exist in my world. No, I blame the ex for that. Thanks hon.
And then there's the freedom of hopping in the car, driving down to the coast, car filled to the gills with fishing gear, anticipation oozing out of every pore, to experience my favorite thing in the world to do when I don't have a guitar in my hand: FISHING! I am fanatical about fishing. It's the only non-musical activity in which I am able to practice patience.
Believe me when I tell you it's not about what I catch, because after all, it's called fishing and not catching. If it were about the catching, I assure you, I would have given up on my beloved past time a long time ago. I can't remember the last time I caught a decent fish. But I've caught lots of great memories along the way. And that's time well spent.
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Interesting article. It's great that you were able to find out you can live without a car. I wrote an article that is the total opposite of what this article is about. The name of my article is "Does Having a Car Mean More Freedom?" Here is a link to it: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1078523/does_having_a_car_mean_more_freedom.html?cat=27
An awesome article yet again! I love your writing!
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