The last time I talk about driving for a while. Plus: a recommendation!
Only one recommendation this week but it's a good one.
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I know what you’re all wondering— “How’s Alice’s driving going?” And I’ll tell you, it’s complicated.
First of all, thank you for thinking of me. That’s sweet of you.
So: I’m ok tootling around on country roads. Actually, I’m nervous every time I even think about driving, but once I’m out there on a winding back road, it’s fine. It’s not exactly comfortable though. I can’t get past how strange driving a car is.
See? Roz Chast gets it.
So I sing to myself, to endure the strangeness. I sing the following song:
Driving is weird!
Driving is weird
I know I can do it, but
Driving is weird.
You think I’m joking. I can tell.
Or sometimes I sing the theme song to “Alice,” and friends, I really go for it. Because, look, there is a new girl in town, and it’s me.
Jazzy!
As stated above, tootling to the farm stand or similar is okey-doke, but the idea of what I think of as serious driving—getting on a highway, in other words—still fills me with bowel-chilling fear. You can’t tootle on a highway, people. They’re not kidding around out there!
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