Some people view driving as a chore; something that must be done to accomplish a goal. I view driving as the goal, I'm always at least slightly let down when I have to get out of the car at the end of the journey. To me, cars represent adventure and freedom. Driving is more pleasurable to me than is watching television, playing sports, or reading a good book.
The problem with driving for pleasure in today's world is the high expense of fuel, but rest assured that I've found the solution: get paid to drive. I already have a job that pays me, albeit only sometimes, to deliver cars. This generates another problem, in that driving is certainly fun, but when driving another person's car, there is an unspoken rule that things like speeding or power sliding are to be avoided. Naturally, the solution lies in my second job; the aforementioned pizza delivery.
My pizza delivery route allows me to push the limits of Gretchen, my lovely little German sedan. Sure, I obey the letter of the law, especially if this is being read by any member of the law enforcement community, but I've been told that there are back roads in the greater Snoqualmie Valley (Washington State) that act like a roller coaster when driven at a full 10/10ths. And here is the key; when driven to her full potential, Gretchen becomes a pure guided missile, and I get paid to push her to her limits.
Yep, I'd deliver for free if they kept my tank full. Which is what happens now, and then some. I'm pretty sure this is what retirement feels like.
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