Driving

If you failed to read the blog posts from the past, I'll be turning 16 in about 6 months.

I must add, I'm excited.

Not only does it mean I'm another year older, but it means I get the car and possibly the freedom to go to different places.

Well, for the past few weeks, we've had my uncle Matt's Lexus.

I LOVE that car.

It has such easy steering, the break works wonderfully, and it has a sun roof.

It was fantastic.

BUT Red, (see pictures below) is much, MUCH older.

So that means that his breaks and steering aren't as good as the Lexus's.

I'm not complaining. I love my car. It has so much personality and I can see myself driving it until I can afford to get another car. Preferably a SUV.

Though, I'm off topic of which I originally wished to discuss.

Driving.

Today, while I was driving Red down I-20, I fell into some road hypnotism.

I missed my exit. Oops.

I also sped.

A lot.

Like I was pushing 85-90 in a 70 zone... Thank goodness for cruise control.

I also have come to notice that I make 'friends' while I'm driving.

Like, when cars get into little groups... I like to call them speed gangs... Because that's just how I see them. They are always together and always passing each other.

But, when all of the speed gangers pass quickly and continue on their merry way, there is usually always a little car left behind.

That is my friend.

That's when I watch them... Carefully.

If they speed up, I get paranoid and think the speed went up and that I need to go faster.

If they slow down, I get paranoid again and think that they know something that I don't and I slow down.

Though, it is basically the same when it comes to people I'M passing.

If I pass them quickly, I think they know something I don't and I address my speed.

If I pass them slowly, I think everybody behind me is evil for riding my bumper.

Then there is something about minivans that just humor me.

They just seem to pose some kind of competition.

Example: I'm driving down the free way going at a decent pace, but I do not know the limit.

Then I'm passed by a minivan.

"OHHHHHHH!!! Oh no! Nu uh! I don't think so! I was just freaking passed by a minivan, Ma!"

"Well, Shell, that is because you aren't going the limit."

"But a MINIVAN! Minivans aren't meant to pass people. That's what sports cars are for."

I fall into a mini spaz attack and I feel I MUST pass them. No matter what the cost... But usually, I don't.

And I continue at my normal cruise control set speed... Smiling on the inside, but a burning rage to speed and pass on the inside.

Though, it's unsafe and I'll never let my competitive side get the better of me.

Oh, and another thing that jumps out at me while I'm driving: Turn signals that flash WAY faster than normal. It just makes me think the car is a piece of junk and it's a BMW.

I hate BMW's by the way... But that's a story for another time.