Cars are weird. So many people own cars and don’t really know much about them outside of “I could murder someone with this if I don’t pay attention” and “this thing makes a weird sound but maybe that’ll go away.” It’s a world where unless you have someone who went out of their way to show things to you, your car is a machine that works until it doesn’t. My car worked until a month ago when I swerved out of the way of an oncoming raccoon and clipped the axel, bending it back and making sure it didn’t work no more. My car is on the back of one of those trucks you see on the freeway that has ten cars in it and you imagine what it would be like if they rolled off one by one. My car is going to be fixed by someone who had a person go out of their way to show them things and then sold to someone else. It is not my car anymore and I didn’t realize how attached I was to not my car until I watched it being towed down the hill.
Pretty much immediately after receiving it I threw everything I had into the trunk and moved to San Francisco, a tiny place with not enough parking spots. The third day I lived here the window was broken and somebody stole an electric razor. Someone ran a stop sign straight into it. The tape player died and came back to life a year and a half later. The rear brake locked up as we headed to the beach and I had an anxiety attack. Sometimes I drove dogs home.
When you have a car you basically live in a world where you can do whatever, whenever. Almost everyone I care about in the world has driven around with me at some point as we listened to Jimmy Eat World and talked about skateboarding or the OC or what it is like to feel like you have a good idea that you can’t quite get to make sense, like trying to put together a bedframe from IKEA that you had to take apart when you moved to the other side of the city. When you’re in a car, no sound gets in and no sound gets out. Car rides are made out of inside jokes and monotonous secrets. Riding in cars is boring, and some of the best things in life are really boring.
When I sold my car I used the money to buy a WiiU and played Mario Kart for two days straight. I drove Natasha’s car to San Jose and spent the weekend at Nikk’s house. It is not the same thing. Cars are weird.
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