Driving Miss Friday Five

It’s the “on the road again” version of the Friday Five:

  • Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it? – Oddly enough, I have a little late-80’s Subaru four-door. There, I answered two questions with one sentence.
  • Do you drive very often? – I’ve driven twice in my entire life. Three times if you count the time I took over the wheel of the Beetle (or was it the Scout?) from Mom as we were driving down the canyon from Grandma’s place.
  • What’s your dream car? – Seeing as how I don’t actually drive, I don’t think I’m qualified to answer this question. Many attractive cars exist in the world, but so do many attractive women. Doesn’t mean I could single one out for any particular reason as my “dream.”
  • Have you ever received a ticket? – I used to get free tickets all the time. I really loved the time when I got a pair of tickets to the Genesis concert in Tacoma, and my old best friend Steve got tickets to the concert down at Dodger Stadium, and we road-tripped two concerts in three days. And then the next year I got tickets to Peter Gabriel’s concert in Tacoma, but Steve couldn’t make that one so I went with Jason… oh. Wait. No, I’ve never gotten that kind of ticket. Sorry.
  • Have you ever been in an accident? – More often than I want to think about. Mom had a weird knack for getting her cars whacked into. She almost never caused these accidents, but they happened anyway. Two that come vividly to mind are the time we got rear-ended in Vancouver (guy was reading his map instead of watching the road!) and the time my step-dad’s Chevelle got nearly T-boned (with us kids in the back seat!) because it had stalled on the highway as we were turning into the driveway and the stupid woman driving the blue car a mile away down an arrow-straight stretch of the Bridgeport Bar couldn’t be bothered to slow down or avoid us in any way. That was just freakin’ weird. Some people are just too stupid for words.