Vroom, Vroom
I’ve maintained a strong anti-car stance ever since I was old enough to drive. I tell people(despite my gauging global warming as vastly exaggerated) that I’m concerned about my ‘carbon footprint’ and whether the ice caps will still be there in 30 years.
That is partly true, I guess. I would rather not contribute to global pollution, even if it doesn’t really affect the planet as far as I’m concerned. Besides, I’m of the opinion lately that the automotive industry and culture is another tool of oppression used to keep us numb and placid(if you think that’s crazy, ask yourself “why are we still using internal combustion engines?”)
Ever since Jim suggested I drive his car twelve when we were in a fix, however, I’ve become more and more intoxicated with the idea of being able to drive. In the past week my dreams have been filled with detailed studies of where my feet should be in relation to the pedals(this research has concluded that my feet should be on them, apparently). I keep paying more attention to how people are driving, the techniques they use, how careful they are. I really want to be able to drive.
Once I’m back from Colorado I might ask Jim for a few lessons. If I do better than last time I drove(clutch smoke and a near crash) I might take some real lessons and try to get a license, especially since it’s a doddle getting one over here(not entirely sure a foreigner can get one, actually, but I'll be able to get some cheap lessons at least).
Oh, and nearly every car over here is automatic, so no clutch smoke worries.