I Hate Driving

PyrosNine · 08-29-2010, 02:27 PM

Does the cat also love driving?

As for me, I hate driving because I was essentially handed a car and said: If it breaks, we can't afford to fix it, and insurance premiums mean we might be in the red for a few months. But don't worry about all that!

That, and I was expected to get a job to pay for gas and insurance on a car I would rarely ever use anyway.

So, whenever I drove, I drove as if there was a bomb strapped to the underside of the car, because if I so much as scratched the thing, or rubbed bumpers, HELL would pour down on me. My parents didn't understand why I was so freaked out, and my siblings were like "Man, if I had the car I'd do all this shit", but I'd rather not risk it. I hated being in that car, because there's no forgiveness when you have an accident, not in the real world. If you crash in a bike, people may be slightly annoyed about their hedges, or maybe if you crashed into their car there could be a problem, but people are always unhappy when something happens to their car.

Lot of bad juju, if you get my drift. So I only used the car for small errands and going to college, small stuff. I only went on the highway for a long drive once, and that was last month, and needless to say I was freaking the fuck out.

Also, the first car I drove in, after I stopped using it when I went to my next college, My sister used it primarily, and she wrecked it. Within three months. Drove it off a bridge into a ditch. Drunk off her ass.

I may be needlessly afraid of getting into a crash, but at least I can say I have never had my car in an accident or occasion ever, and I don't plan to in the near future.

08-29-2010, 02:27 PM	#11
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Does the cat also love driving? As for me, I hate driving because I was essentially handed a car and said: If it breaks, we can't afford to fix it, and insurance premiums mean we might be in the red for a few months. But don't worry about all that! That, and I was expected to get a job to pay for gas and insurance on a car I would rarely ever use anyway. So, whenever I drove, I drove as if there was a bomb strapped to the underside of the car, because if I so much as scratched the thing, or rubbed bumpers, HELL would pour down on me. My parents didn't understand why I was so freaked out, and my siblings were like "Man, if I had the car I'd do all this shit", but I'd rather not risk it. I hated being in that car, because there's no forgiveness when you have an accident, not in the real world. If you crash in a bike, people may be slightly annoyed about their hedges, or maybe if you crashed into their car there could be a problem, but people are always unhappy when something happens to their car. Lot of bad juju, if you get my drift. So I only used the car for small errands and going to college, small stuff. I only went on the highway for a long drive once, and that was last month, and needless to say I was freaking the fuck out. Also, the first car I drove in, after I stopped using it when I went to my next college, My sister used it primarily, and she wrecked it. Within three months. Drove it off a bridge into a ditch. Drunk off her ass. I may be needlessly afraid of getting into a crash, but at least I can say I have never had my car in an accident or occasion ever, and I don't plan to in the near future. __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!