Seven months and another transmission rebuild later, I’m reunited with my car.
I went to my old home group in Austin. The only people really left were the ones I had been closest to.
They had welcomed a stranger and been kind to me.
Sometimes the winners and the losers aren’t who they say they are or who they are said to be.
I forgot about that sweet spot at about 79MPH when the whole car has this weird industrial sounding hum.
I lock into that sound and resonate with it. It’s pleasant for some reason.
I am sitting in the nuclear reactor.
Click, set, go.
I drove through all the hues of Texas and watched the lightning lick across a wide
open desert sky for hundreds of miles late last night.
It was neat. If I could be anywhere right now this is exactly where I’d like to be.