Does anyone else get into a pleasant aspie zone when they're driving?
I absolutely adore driving. I am very good at it.
I started learning to drive when I was maybe three. My mom would have to grab something and she'd say "Hold the wheel for a sec." And I used to freak out, but by the time I was about six or seven I could hold the wheel and even go around curves in the road while she was fishing around in her purse or fumbling in the glove box.
When I was eight, I started being allowed to sit in the driver's seat. I was initially pretty bad at it. But then my friends got quads, and I used to go over there and we'd ride all over the dirt roads and it became instinct on when to jump the potholes or change gears. I applied that to driving and it became very pleasurable.
By the time I was twelve, my dad was letting me drive to school (we lived eight miles from town). This was in the early 1990s. I was also allowed to drive over the coast range in Southern CA to Laguna Beach or Oceanside. That was fun! This was of course with them in the car too.
I think because I lived in such a rugged, hilly, windy area out in the desert, I got really good at driving, having to know how to get around obstacles, and being allowed to drive very fast sometimes.
Even though I've been driving for several decades, I only got in my first accident ever in January of last year. I haven't even had tickets!
I live next to two major highways, and an SUV ran a red light and slammed into the passenger door of my little Toyota Corolla. My daughter and I were both injured. I didn't have insurance (I know, I know) so although I was found to not be at fault, we didn't get any kind of a settlement, because I shouldn't have been on the road in the first place.
So now I'm carless, in a wheelchair (not related to the accident), and I miss driving so much.
It's like Gary Numan sang:
"Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars."
I have driven over great distances, often at a small whim. My daughter used to love it when I'd wake her up at two a.m. and whisper in her ear "Hey wanna go to California?" Next thing you know, we'd be cruising down the coast of Southern Cali or partying in the Bay Area or playing hide and go seek, ducking under giant ferns or inside of giant hollowed out redwoods.
Modest Mouse said it best:
"I've crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days and
Three nights to the tip of Florida"
I have been incredible places in my life, and seen amazing things. I wish I had a car right now because I'd go somewhere else, for a good long while, and who knows where I'd end up before I came back home on those familiar roads.
I absolutely adore driving. I am very good at it.
I started learning to drive when I was maybe three. My mom would have to grab something and she'd say "Hold the wheel for a sec." And I used to freak out, but by the time I was about six or seven I could hold the wheel and even go around curves in the road while she was fishing around in her purse or fumbling in the glove box.
When I was eight, I started being allowed to sit in the driver's seat. I was initially pretty bad at it. But then my friends got quads, and I used to go over there and we'd ride all over the dirt roads and it became instinct on when to jump the potholes or change gears. I applied that to driving and it became very pleasurable.
By the time I was twelve, my dad was letting me drive to school (we lived eight miles from town). This was in the early 1990s. I was also allowed to drive over the coast range in Southern CA to Laguna Beach or Oceanside. That was fun! This was of course with them in the car too.
I think because I lived in such a rugged, hilly, windy area out in the desert, I got really good at driving, having to know how to get around obstacles, and being allowed to drive very fast sometimes.
Even though I've been driving for several decades, I only got in my first accident ever in January of last year. I haven't even had tickets!
I live next to two major highways, and an SUV ran a red light and slammed into the passenger door of my little Toyota Corolla. My daughter and I were both injured. I didn't have insurance (I know, I know) so although I was found to not be at fault, we didn't get any kind of a settlement, because I shouldn't have been on the road in the first place.
So now I'm carless, in a wheelchair (not related to the accident), and I miss driving so much.
It's like Gary Numan sang:
"Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars."
I have driven over great distances, often at a small whim. My daughter used to love it when I'd wake her up at two a.m. and whisper in her ear "Hey wanna go to California?" Next thing you know, we'd be cruising down the coast of Southern Cali or partying in the Bay Area or playing hide and go seek, ducking under giant ferns or inside of giant hollowed out redwoods.
Modest Mouse said it best:
"I've crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days and
Three nights to the tip of Florida"
I have been incredible places in my life, and seen amazing things. I wish I had a car right now because I'd go somewhere else, for a good long while, and who knows where I'd end up before I came back home on those familiar roads.
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