About three months ago, I put the key in my car ignition just like any other day and zipped across the state to visit friends in Detroit. On that drive, I specifically remember thinking about how much I loved that car. It was a 1995 Buick LeSabre and it drove as if War wrote "lowrider" just for her. That night the unthinkable happened and someone stole my beloved Buick. The Detroit Police seems so sure they would find it but it has been months now and still no recovery. My lifestyle hasn't changed much, except for the fact that I can't make any spontaneous trips. I have been biking just a little bit more and life is good.
So last night I finally took the Buick keys off my key chain. I think it is time to move on. These last few months have made me realize that it is not so bad to live car free. Of course, once in a while I need to rent a car to get around but otherwise it has been great.
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It still bums me out. I remember the first time I was in your car. "Step into my office," you said. Sigh.
But yeah, being carless is easy. I'm still adapting to life WITH a car.
OH IAN! I know exactly when you are talking about. thanks
good times!
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