Women and Cars: The Blog!

Since this is a website about cars, I thought maybe I’d begin with something on that topic:
I do not have a driver’s license. Yes, people, I’m aware that I am way too old for that. My excuse is that from 17-22 I was living in Manhattan and didn’t need one, but the real reason is because it scares me. Now, I am a relatively intelligent and capable human being, and live in the suburbs, and am about to have a baby. Like, what am I supposed to do when it needs shots and has doctor’s appointments? Also, 16 year olds drive. And morons, which are almost just like sixteen-year-olds. I know this. The Freudian in me thinks I’m afraid of driving because I have these distinct memories- which I now assume were really dreams- of being alone as a small child in the backseat of an empty car, in drive, and out of control. I’d have to climb into the front seat and try to simultaneously reach the pedals and steer as the car careened down the curving tree-lined hill of the street of my childhood home.

I realize now that this is because sometimes, if I fell asleep in the car while my mom was doing errands, she would just leave me in there if I was still asleep when she got home. Bad idea, mom. I used to wake up terrified, and clearly, it caused these insane dreams and now an adult handicap. Being the mature woman I am, I now I have to conquer this and get out there on the road. I am salivating for the privilege of driving our ‘97 Avalon that only *just* barely passes inspection and always has the check engine light on. Welcome to life on a budget.
Anyway… more to come on this endeavor. I’m giving myself until the baby is born to have it done.