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Would you say that you enjoy driving?

June 19, 2012

On Driving

50’s Ford Thunder Bird

My best memory of driving was when I was the catalog coordinator of a retail store. I was 22 years old and I was on location in California driving on rte 1 from L.A up to Santa Barbara carrying back the proofs of our photo shoot. Rte 1 is so beautiful, you’re on the coast, the ocean waves are crashing on the beach, my windows were down and I had found a cool radio station. There was no one on the road, it was so exciting, the rental car was a fast car with a lot of power, a thunder bird. As I was cruising back to my bosses, I felt a pair of eyes and I turned to my right and there was a state trooper next to me. I smiled and waved hi, he laughed and pointed to the speedometer, I looked and saw that I was doing 100. My eyes opened wide and I looked over at him and mouthed I’m sorry. He burst out laughing and made the sign to slow down which I did immediately. These days, I’m too tired to drive fast. I’ll get there when I get there.