Suffice it to say that living on Kwaj has taken all the fun out of driving for me. When I’m there, ON the island, all I say is, “I can’t wait to get off this damn rock and DRIVE!” Now that I’m here? Nothing over 45 for me, please. On the freeway? Fuggedaboutit.
Momma usually lets me drive and is very patient with and empathetic too my grandma behind the steering wheel - itis. Catch me a break, will you? I’m used to a bike. As we were driving home today, I was just getting ready to shift into first and start the car when the car behind me honked. I was surprised - the light had been green for probably no longer than a couple seconds. But, the navy blue Malibu, New York license plate # Read the rest of this entry »
