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Friday
Mar202009

My Convertible

I need a car.
Dad tells me I need a new car.
I suppose. The old volvo is on its last squeaking breaks and running out of bits to fall off it...

So for the first time ever I started paying attention to cars on the road, to see what I might like. Now I recognise what all those badges are. I can spot Alfas, Boxters, Yarises and endless silver Holden Astras...
And after lots of looking...
I started imagining myself in a convertible. Why not!
The wind in my hair, cruising around, sitting low, feeling free.. yeahh...

I told Anne the other day on our walk to the beach.
She said "that's the problem with cars, we make them so comfortable we forget what they really are - metal boxes that should just transport us from A to B."
And I remembered how I really feel about cars.
And how I don't really want one.
I actually hate them.

I surprise myself at how I can get 'transported' into a fantasy that goes against my core beliefs... I could relate this to many things. But I won't here, now.
I think it might be the Parental Delusion Syndrome.
Where you become clouded with their way of thinking and start to act out their belief system, rather than your own. Thank goodness I was shaken out of it by a firm talk with someone who truly knows me... well, the 'me' I want to be.

Ahhh, and I was reminded of the bicycle. Viva La Bicicletta!
The simple bicycle gives you all those feelings of freedom, making the journey fun.
I'd forgotten about my bicycle life.

And so I got one instead of rushing out to spend thousands on a polluting machine!

It's slim and black and sporty.
The wind is really in my hair
(especially when I sneak down to the deli for a drink without my helmet).
and I can carry my flowers home, over the hill
and smile at how idyllic it really is.

[current mood] Emma and Tom's Greenpower & Willy wagging wagtails

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Good on you Nat!! That's great.
I moved to NY (from Perth) and love my car-free days here (less stress, more walking). It's hard to get around Perth without a car, so good luck on your transporter!

April 13, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterStella

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