automobiles
July 15th, 2010
My wife and three children just returned from a 10 day vacation. I stayed home and held down the fort.
While they were gone, I drove the family car a couple of times when I was feeling lazy and also to remind myself of what it was like.
I hated it.
It felt to me like I was swathed in layers of gauze wrapping, insulated from all that I was moving through. Hard to breathe in an iron-lung sort of way.
This isn’t an environmental thing; I have just transitioned out of an automobile lifestyle. It’s no longer in my DNA.
If I don’t ride, it seems I don’t live.