Ridin' along in my calaboose
I realized a sad thing last night about my Atlanta driving. In the eight weeks I've been here, I've had a total of one passenger in my cousin's old car. That was a 10 minute ride, driving a fellow fellow back to CNN Center from Turner's entertainment campus.
Otherwise, it's just been me. Driving with a city map crumpled in shotgun, the 10-gallon gas tank always halfway to empty and the headlights firmly in the off position (until I figured them out a few weeks ago). But I haven't found it that lonely. The radio works well, and rolling down the window gets a good breeze and the rest of the world.
Plus, without a navigator, you get lost and get to see new places. Remember when that road was blocked off? One of those days, I ended up driving by a concrete block factory on my way home. It was a nice diversion from my usual route by the railroad tracks.
August 22nd, 2002 at 6:10 PM
Ridin' along in my calaboose…
My baby beside me, she look like a moose.
Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat.