Remember when you got your driver’s license? The excitement. I live that. I’m an automotive enthusiast, love to drive, love to tinker and polish. I’m one with the vehicle, a cyborg.
Driving is recreational, if not medicinal, a chance to get out and see the countryside or cityscape. Whether it’s a quiet morning commute or rocking-out to the Rolling Stones on the way to grab some vegan fare. Or perhaps a little Esteban on a slow Sunday cruise with the wife in her Beetle—top down, sun shining. The Beetle’s top down, dude, not the wife’s. Get your mind out of the gutter. Although we do occasionally… well, here ain’t the place. Continue reading “Driving”