A question without an answer.
I like the car sitting in the carport saying people live here
I like the memories of happier times the car calls to mind when I see it there
I like the feel of independence, I could go when, where and if I wanted to. I don’t.
I like the attention the old care gets in the grocery parking lot from old men who like old cars. How old is it?-32 years. How many miles on it?-Not many, never drove out of Tucson. Would you sell it?-NEVER
I do not like to drive
I do not like the traffic. Cars go by too close, too fast.
I panic in an unfamiliar area
I worry the car will break down.
I hate putting in gas.
I’m uncomfortable wondering, thinking I should not drive.
My eye doctor says legally you’re fine. Stay off the freeway-I do. Never drive at night-I don’t.
My brain worries-shall I drive?