This morning, my dad made a big deal about a tv show he watched last night. It was about how life changed in a split second. A woman was driving her new BMW at 50 mph, but suddenly in the opposite direction a car at 50 mph drove into her. The drunk driver survived, but she also suffered major damage to her face. From the accident, she figured there were only two things that changed: 1. allow others to change your llife 2. let yourself change
And as a result, my dad recommended that I drove the old \’88 Acura Legend rather than the new 2004 Toyota Corolla. For that purpose? I grumbled about how it didn\’t have enough energy to accelerate as I was merging on the freeway. And not to mention, I hated how long the Acura was. Since I was accustomed to the Integra, I always tended to misestimate parking space and think there is more room than there actually is. Also, sometimes the Legend wouldn\’t start (according to a mechanic, it was because the ignition would stick), so I would have to set the car into neutral and turn the ignition again. So i was doomed to the Legend again (this is not to say I am spoiled, but just the fact that a story about split-second life changes has me driving an old car rather than a new car doesn\’t make sense).
And the irony was that when I lost my car keys. Because the keychain of the Acura\’s keys were slightly loose, it didn\’t stay on my lanyard. The Toyota\’s would have stayed. So I spent a good 30 minutes moaning around the CKC campus looking for my car keys. Or rather, I looked very pissed off and \”glistening\” as I walked back and forth. Eventually, I left my phone number with the front desk. Fortunately, they called me two hours later that someone had turned in the keys.
Still.
Today, I must have walked more than 5 miles. First I walked all the way from my car on Southside to Soda (a 20 minute walk). Then to Foothill (a 5 minute uphill walk). Then to CKC (a 20 minute walk). Then to the office (a 10 minute walk). Then to Foothill (a 20 minute walk). Then to CKC (a 20 minute walk). Then to my car where I picked up the video camera case (a 10 minute walk). Then to the art studio (a 15 minute walk where I was brreaking my back all the way). Then to a Southside restaurant called Epicurean (a 10 minute walk). Then to my car (a 10 minute walk) Maybe I complain, but my feet hurt and I am exhausted.
At least your parents don\’t steal your bike and try to hold it hostage until I threaten to call the police.
walking is good for you =)
it\’s good to get some exercise.. yeah.. maybe the fathers are the same.. my dad would do the same thing… I think they just don\’t want us hurting the new car….
That\’s the irony though. The newer cars are in some way safer. They are built with better standards. They won\’t break down as much as a 1988 car. And the light bulbs are less likely to go out. Furthermore, I have been driving for 6 years. So shouldn\’t it be ok? Maybe I am spoiled.
They are just being tight-wads, pure and simple.