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Where to, Miz Daizeh?

06.13.05 | 2 Comments

My car and I celebrate ten years together this year. It’s still a very good car and has a lot of sentimental value; it was a very generous gift from my Granddad. I expect several more years with my car, but she’s starting to get a little crotchety. This includes intermittent function of the air conditioner and an inexplicable wobbliness at certain speeds. I don’t spend much time at high velocity, but when I have to, it’s all white knuckles. Unfortunately, the air conditioner stalls on the hottest, most humid days and at slow speeds. Either I can go barreling down the road and be cool but scared, or I can creep along, sweating, but confident I will arrive safely at my destination. Sometimes I can activate the air by going over a big bump – that’s like heaven. (If you’re a car person reading this – any ideas?) It’s. Hot. So please excuse me if you run into me all sweaty. Steer clear if you see me on the highway in case the wobbliness strikes.

I’m starting to sound like a good candidate for MTV’s “Pimp My Ride”. My radio doesn’t work but the CD player does, so when the air takes a break, I have my windows down and feel a little bad about listening to my gangsta rap (only because someone might be offended) and embarrassed about my boy band CDs. Such conflict. I usually just turn it off for the benefit of the veterans in the commissary parking lot and around young children, and figure no one else will mind or care.

I’m dimly aware that the world does not revolve around me; more than likely no one has ever noticed my car, the girl inside it, or to what she’s listening. But I notice these things. I probably wouldn’t do half the things I do if it weren’t for hyper awareness. Because of the lone sticker on my car, I try not to do anything that would give my university a bad name (or, for the cynics out there, perpetuate the existing notion). Even though, likely, no one’s paying attention, if there’s another me out there, I wouldn’t want her to judge me too harshly.

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