Week 6 Theme: Place

            I love my car not just this car but pretty much every car I have ever owned. Each car has its own style, a way it likes to dance. After you find the right way to drive her, then the fun will begin. I open the car door to get in I keep my car pretty clean, it’s never spotless but I always make sure that it doesn’t smell. I hate getting into a car that smells and you have to kick trash around to get your feet on the floor. After I close the door the first thing I do is put my seat belt on, at this point in life I feel exposed without it own. I take my left foot and push in on the clutch, and start the car. I have been driving manual transmissions for so long, that you should see me driving an automatic, I keep stomping the break looking for my clutch. I think that what I love about all my cars is the control I have over them, I make them do what I want and when I want it. Sometimes I think that it’s the only thing I truly control and it never talks back.  

            Right after the car is started I have to turn the music down, I can’t back out of the driveway with it on and I never turn it down when I turn the car off. After the radio is down I have to at least crack my window open; I hate riding around with all of them up. This could be a byproduct of smoking for years but either way I love having the fresh air flow in.  

            I have always wanted to be one of those people that name each of their cars, my first car I named Betty it was the perfect name for that car but after her I never can find a fitting name for any of my other cars. So right now my Jeep is nameless, she is my fifth vehicle that has been maroon. I’m happy that I still like maroon, but it’s hard to choose the color when you are buying used.

            I'm no car enthusiast I do understand how someone could be; each car has a personality and needs the right driver. I feel that if my car could talk it would like me as much I like her.