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Big Wheels
Apr. 10th, 2006 03:16 pmSo I was driving home from class this morning and something occurred to me. Unlike the majority of America, I don't gain any pleasure from the act of driving. I love to travel, but driving itself isn't fun. You never found me during my teenaged years saying "Lets cruise, man!" Just not my thing.
And it isn't the car I'm driving. Granted, the car I drive is a more potent form of birth control than any pill or condom you can find on the market. This beast of a machine has more dirt than paint, more fur (from my dog) than carpet, and has a smell that has to be experienced to fully comprehend. Let me put it this way... If you took the skinkiest dog in the world (mine) and drove him around in that car, and then you filled it with old bags of Wendy's food that have been left to rot, AND put the body of Dave Thomas in the back and left him there for a few years in tropical temperatures and humidity... you might begin to approach the stank that is my car.
*sigh* I really should take Dave out of there. His family would probably like him back. Anyway!
My apathy with driving has nothing to do with my Contraceptive Car. I'm not sure what exactly it is. But I do remember enjoying driving at one point in my life. When was that point, you ask?
When I used to drive a Big Wheels.
And it isn't the car I'm driving. Granted, the car I drive is a more potent form of birth control than any pill or condom you can find on the market. This beast of a machine has more dirt than paint, more fur (from my dog) than carpet, and has a smell that has to be experienced to fully comprehend. Let me put it this way... If you took the skinkiest dog in the world (mine) and drove him around in that car, and then you filled it with old bags of Wendy's food that have been left to rot, AND put the body of Dave Thomas in the back and left him there for a few years in tropical temperatures and humidity... you might begin to approach the stank that is my car.
*sigh* I really should take Dave out of there. His family would probably like him back. Anyway!
My apathy with driving has nothing to do with my Contraceptive Car. I'm not sure what exactly it is. But I do remember enjoying driving at one point in my life. When was that point, you ask?
When I used to drive a Big Wheels.
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