I like cars. Old cars mostly. '56 Belair, '58 buick special, '65 mustang . All very good things!!
But I hate to drive. How does that make sense? I want to get an old car and rebuild it ( I was an old man in my last life I guess?) but am I going to drive it? What is the sense in doing all that work for the car to sit and look pretty?
Driving makes me sweat and nervous and grip the wheel until my knuckles are white. I have to do yoga breathing just to make it through a busy section. How pathetic. I hate it though. It scares me ... I get no pleasure out of it. I will not be one of those people that 'is a driver'.
I am a passenger!! Just like susxie said. And I ride and I ride!!
I have no idea? Just rambling really.
