I guess I may as well talk some more about cars, since I began it yesterday…

…with THIS POST RIGHT HERE, and I’m thinking about them, myself, because of THIS POST RIGHT HERE.  As you can see, you people aren’t the only ones who fall under my evil spell, I do, too, which seems kind of fucked if you stop to think about it for any length of time. Yet, there it is. Whatcha gonna do,  you know?  My life is open, if sordid, book.  In fact, I was once yelled at by an old friend of mine because I put everything in my blog. She may have said “…that damned blog…” but I’m not sure. That was the sense of it, though.

And she was right. Minus the invective, she was right.

I do put just about everything on The Emporium, because I’m that kinda guy, whatever that means. What it means, I think, is that I’m a private person in that I I don’t allow people to butt into my life (depending on their actual butt, of course) in any fashion whatever. My life is mine, and I guard it jealously. However, that said, I’m also very open in my 3D life, so why not be here in this life?  I can’t think of any reason not to be, either, not that I’ve actually made those considerations.  I just sort of am the way I am, and I don’t usually care why…Well, anyway, the woman was right.

So, to continue in that vein, let’s go car shopping…

Though it has been sometimes inconvenient for Jeny, us not having a car for over a year, or whatever it’s been, two years? Maybe…well…it’s been a pain for her, because she has been the one doing the outside running, groceries and whatever.  I go to physical therapy, but I walk there, if walking is what it’s called, and I have been delighted to be without a car up to now.

And to be even more frank, let me say that I was also relieved, not having a car. I retain some emotional problems, some lite insanity, from my accident, and going out of my house was one of those problems. Is one of those problems, in the process of becoming was, I guess.  If I had had a car, I would have been under much more pressure to leave the house, and I was no where near ready for either the leaving or the pressure, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to inflict that kind of stress on myself, are you nuts? So, it was nice not having a car.

But situations change, people change; insanities can be obviated by some work and some chance taking. And I’m changing, helped in very large part by my recent venture to Texas. The changes are subtle ones in attitude, so far,  but they seem to prescribe an internal antsiness that is pushing me…gently…to get out of the house and go anywhere to do nothing.

Besides…um…ahem…not for nuthin’, but…

…I’ve committed to Tina to drive down there for Valentine’s Day, and I pretty much need a car to even begin thinking about doing that. Or I could rent one, but if I’m going to leave my house again, to go to Texas again, to see that woman again,  it may as well be in my own known-comfortable veehickle, is what I’m thinking.  And it sure as shit ain’t gonna be on a plane again, I’ve had enough of that shit for a while.

And I will thank you people to keep your fucking “Aww…Valentine’s Day…innit sweet…” comments to yourselves, along with the *coughpussywhippedcough* ones.  No one needs that shit, no matter how true any of it is.  Allow me to be 17 again for a while, is that too much to ask?

Oh.

Well, fuck youse, anyway.

Knowing this day was coming sometime, and actually having bucket list plans for a series of road trips around the country, I’ve been car window shopping for a couple years. (Ok, then that must be how long it’s been that we’ve been without a car. I dunno, something like that. Time doesn’t mean all that much to me any more, so I don’t account for it vey accurately or well.)  I can’t tell you all the different cars and car types I’ve looked at, but they are many and varied.  From 1932 Model A replicas, to cars from the 50’s and 60’s, up thru about every new car you can think of or, anyway, that I could think of that I might like to own.

I ran into the same problem looking at cars as I have when I’ve looked at any major purchase to evaluate where to spend my money; at some point, it all looks and sounds alike, no matter how far apart they might be. Like, remember when component stereos were such a huge thing in the 70’s and early 80’s? …oh…well, they were, and I can remember shopping and shopping stereo stores, from the “Best Buy” sorts, to the high end single store touting only the best, Yamaha, or some such, and I remember that at some point I didn’t know what the fuck I was looking at, it all sounded alike, you know? I sort of reached that saturated point with cars, until I realized I was making a fundamental mistake in my thinking…

I was shopping for one car, I should really be shopping for two.

First and most important, I want a car to take me places, and do so comfortably. I’m not only crippled, and have sitting comfort problems, problems with ingress and egress from autos, I’m also old, and I don’t like being uncomfortable.  I’ve paid my dues driving uncomfortable shit, and I’m not going to do it any more. Plus,  I want a car that I can jump in and head to Texas, or Maine, if I’d like to, and not be overly concerned with it getting there and back, and being comfortable doing so. And it should be reasonably economical to operate. Oh, and it should last forever, or at least until I croak, some 25 odd years or so from now.

So I need that car.

And, though I don’t need this car, I want it and I’m going to have it.  I realized I wanted a play car. Something that I wouldn’t depend on, something that may not last forever, but…well…I’ve had car dreams that I’ve had forever, at least my forever, and if I don’t enjoy one of them now, when? So I’m gonna.

So that’s two cars, but the real one comes first. 

Valentine’s Day ain’t that far away.

…to be continued…

(All this car and leaving the house talk has me feeling uneasy. Still insane, as you can see, but it seems to be abating, albeit slowly.)