Seven months and another transmission rebuild later, Iโm reunited with my car.
I went to my old home group in Austin.
The only people really left were the ones I had been closest to.
They had welcomed a stranger and been kind to me.
Do you ever feel like pulling out an emory board at a meeting and snarking “soooo, where’d all the winners go?”
I forgot about that sweet spot at about 79MPH when the whole car has this weird industrial sounding hum.
I lock into that sound and resonate with it. Itโs pleasant for some reason.
I am sitting in the nuclear reactor.
Click, set, go.
I drove through all the hues of Texas and watched the lightning lick across a wide open desert sky for hundreds of miles late last night.
It was neat. If I could be anywhere right now this is exactly where Iโd like to be.