This is where it starts. My own 2 feet in my cool blue sketchers. No more car, no more driving, anywhere I have to go, I have to walk or take a bus or ask someone to take me. I hate it. I didn't drive until I was 24, I was afraid. I couldn't see through the winshield and I couldn't tell where the perimeters of my car were. I took the bus a lot back then, and walked. And rode my skateboard. I'm a lot older now, and I don't think I'd ride a skateboard if I had one, fear of falling. I might be able to ride a bike, but I don't have one. I want my car back. It's been 30 years since I have been without a car, and I hate asking people to do stuff for me, but I don't have any choice about it right now.Friday, April 4, 2008
My Feet
This is where it starts. My own 2 feet in my cool blue sketchers. No more car, no more driving, anywhere I have to go, I have to walk or take a bus or ask someone to take me. I hate it. I didn't drive until I was 24, I was afraid. I couldn't see through the winshield and I couldn't tell where the perimeters of my car were. I took the bus a lot back then, and walked. And rode my skateboard. I'm a lot older now, and I don't think I'd ride a skateboard if I had one, fear of falling. I might be able to ride a bike, but I don't have one. I want my car back. It's been 30 years since I have been without a car, and I hate asking people to do stuff for me, but I don't have any choice about it right now.
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4 comments:
Cute shoes.
Hope your town has decent public transport. Maybe you'll see some things you wouldn't if you had a car. Consider it an anthropological study into the daily habits of modern man.
that's the plan, stan.
Nice how I can stalk you all over the internet, huh?
remember, I can stalk you back--
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