I feel like I spent more time in the car this weekend than being a person.
That was always part of my resistance against having a car, and then against driving one. I remember as a kid all the interminable trips to places not even worth going to spend money we might not have had, and then the constant orbiting the block for a parking spot when we returned.
I remember thinking, valuable years of my life are being spent, and swearing inwardly I wouldn’t be the same way as an adult.
Yet there I was, driving to a barbecue in NJ, driving blinding around NJ trying to find our show, driving back from our show, driving through blinding rain with the idiot light on to see bro’s show in NJ, driving through subsequent flooding to get back home.
My reasoning to myself earlier this year was, you’re tithing your time in exchange for being interesting. No hunting for parking spots, anyhow, since we have our teeny garage. Plus, more seeing friends, playing shows, and getting to bro faster. All the things I claimed I wanted and valued.
This weekend wasn’t a chore – it was a proof of concept. It was good. But I don’t want to spend a tenth of my life riding around in a car.
Or, at least, I really need to get that iPod dock installed.