I’m not a great
driver, don’t know the machine intimately and have grave doubts about my
ability to change a flat. But I do like being behind the wheel of a fast or
maybe I should say, fast-ish car. I like the promise of freedom, the way the car
cocoons you in a world of your own, the air-conditioning, the music. And on the
days when our usually very dusty on the outside and very messy on the inside
car is clean and bright, I feel clean and bright.
When we’re on the road
as a family, though, it’s a different story. Sometimes it’s great and sometimes
not-so-great. And then, there are the times when I would be anywhere but inside
the car.
