My Car....

So learning how to drive two years ago I find myself to still be pretty timid behind the wheel.  Asking obvious questions like "can I turn right on red" "is there a car next to me" "how do I turn my defrost on"  I constantly have to remind people that although I am 2o years old, I am the driver of a fifteen year old.

I was given the privledge of having a car down at Oregon this year, and I really have grown to love driving.

 I named my car "Harry" which seems very strange to most people, but I've realized that naming my car was one of the best decisions of my life. 

Harry isn't just a car to me, he is a place I can find comfort (black leather seats), someone that will take me places in life (lol)

Some daily occurrences in Harry's life:

People ask if they can ride Harry...which always makes me LOL a little bit...He is too young for that.

People also wave to Harry when they pass his parking spot.  Even though he doesn't respond.  He knows.

Today when Harry needed gas people said Harry was thirsty.  Most expensive beverage I've ever bought.

Harry instead of having to drive two hours this weekend is going to get a lot of exercise.  And is getting some chains for his new sneakers, good as Nikes.

I even had my car parked in an illegal parking spot this week, and Harry was the only car who didn't get a ticket.  So even though Harry is a delinquent, he was just moved and is now grounded.

People littered in Harry this weekend, and his feelings were hurt.  He doesn't like it dirty. 

So even when times get tough, and friendships fade away, I know that Harry will be by my side.  I know we are really going places...at least for another 100000 miles.