Today I’m thankful for my car.
I abhor road trips. I really can’t drive more than six hours at a time. I get stiff and my knee locks up. I drive fast to get them over and done with. Honestly, probably too fast.
My car is old, but it still runs pretty well and it goes fast. On a trip I settle in, get up to traffic flow speed, and hope that the short in the electrical system won’t make the dash lights flicker more than usual. I’d wager that my car has a history. I’ve had other vehicles with personality – one blew carbon monoxide back into the cabin and the wipers engaged when I turned left. It was a shaking death trap. My mother actually apologize for making me drive it. My current car gets me where I want to go quickly and in relative comfort.