I love my car. Really. It runs great, it does what I need it to do and it doesn’t eat that much gas. All I have to do is keep up the maintenance and keep gas in the tank.
But it’s black. Exterior and interior. It has no air conditioning, and I live in the south. In fact, I’m moving in four weeks to a town about 200 miles away and I needed to go apartment hunting today. So I did.
I left here around 7:30, got there around 11. Not too bad. Looked at the apartment. It’s acceptable and I can afford it on a student’s wages (though I’m still hoping to get into the university apartments - because they’re cheaper). So I fill out the application, had over a couple of checks and get back on the road.
I drove and drove and drove and drove. Then I stopped at my parents house at about the halfway point. On my way back to the interstate I got a drink. Chattanooga to Atlanta, an hour and a half (if they’re not shooting radar on I-75, which they were today, so it took 2 hours).
I got here, got out of the car and realized the back of my shirt was dripping wet. Nasty sweaty. I dashed into the apartment, turned the A/C down nice and low and jumped into the shower. I feel better now.
Also, my left arm and leg are delightfully different shades from my right arm and leg. 