Today I ran across this article from The Huffington Post which helps you figure out whether your car is your soul mate. I didn't even have to think about it because I LOVE my car, so the answer is a definitive yes.
As the nerd that I am, I wondered if I am more in love with my car than most, I really enjoy being in my car (and it's not because it's clean), sometimes my car is the only place I can cry and the only place I can dance, but maybe everyone does that. So to answer this question more objectively, I went to the Department of Transportation Federal Highway Administration and found that I am more in love with my car than the average American. According to DOT's website, I drive about 15600 more miles per year than the average American woman my age and about 12000 more miles than the average American my age...ahhh that is love.
To be clear, my car has been my house while waiting to be un-booted, it has been my office, my classroom, my supply of electricity when my cell was dying, but most importantly, it gives me time to meditate, it has taken me to places like Savannah, South Dakota, the Badlands, The Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island; dancing with Pilobolus, partying with Navy JAG's in Norfolk, artistic Harper's Ferry, The Wooden Nickel -As I think about it, my car is my perfect life companion, it doesn't care what I do, but is always supportive of me as I get it done. True love and happiness indeed.
As the nerd that I am, I wondered if I am more in love with my car than most, I really enjoy being in my car (and it's not because it's clean), sometimes my car is the only place I can cry and the only place I can dance, but maybe everyone does that. So to answer this question more objectively, I went to the Department of Transportation Federal Highway Administration and found that I am more in love with my car than the average American. According to DOT's website, I drive about 15600 more miles per year than the average American woman my age and about 12000 more miles than the average American my age...ahhh that is love.
To be clear, my car has been my house while waiting to be un-booted, it has been my office, my classroom, my supply of electricity when my cell was dying, but most importantly, it gives me time to meditate, it has taken me to places like Savannah, South Dakota, the Badlands, The Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island; dancing with Pilobolus, partying with Navy JAG's in Norfolk, artistic Harper's Ferry, The Wooden Nickel -As I think about it, my car is my perfect life companion, it doesn't care what I do, but is always supportive of me as I get it done. True love and happiness indeed.
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