I have learned my desire to go places is inversely related to my ability to go places. I drive alot. I want to go out more when I cant.
My car in the shop after being struck by a vehicle. Its shiny silver ear of a driver side mirror was smashed to smithereens by a young driver who will remain nameless.
I’m out of a car until Friday according to the shop. Which means I will probably never drive again.
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