Tuesday I didn’t hit the streets hard enough, but Wednesday I did. For one hour before going to the Cancer Society and one hour afterwards, I rolled down the pavements of San Diego.
Then again, once I didn’t come to a full and complete stop, and over there I ground the gears. I can’t believe I did that and had to apologize to my poor old truck. Most of the time I remembered to stop the right distance from the car in front of me, and once I got out of the way of an ambulance in good style. Those left hand turns into massive traffic continue to slow me down, but no one rammed me. I didn’t use the right hand mirror enough, but I kept an eye on my dials and gauges. The horrible noise Grumpy is making seems worse, but it doesn’t show on the dashboard.
I’ll be clean. New “Jones” levis from the thrift store. They are clean too. He’s clean. His innards got vacuumed and detailed….a little by me. New floor mats that say Chevrolet as if I were one of those obsessive truck folks. Wash outside and shine up those new tires.
We are the best we can be….
...all but remembering to look over our shoulders every single time the turn signal is used. Even if I don't have a blind spot, I need to look over my shoulder. And too, twice, the Examiner said, I held the truck in place with the clutch.
I know, I'm too hard on myself. Still, I passed and am now officially back on the road again free....