Wednesday, December 13, 2006


Cars are not the freedom I dreamed they were in high school.


matthew said...

Interesting. I am sorta the opposite. I was that less typical kind of teen that didn't want to get a drivers license. I remember dreaming up ways I could live my entire life without getting a license and/or car.

But now that I have my own car, I like the options it presents me with. Of course, my attitude is probably more positive b/c I haven't had any troubles with it yet and it's almost paid off.

elizabeth said...

I think I need to edit my original thought a little. Erwin (my car) is paid off. I like my car and there are ways it is “freedom”. At the same time there are all those little and big expenses that go with having a car. Repairs, registrations, safety inspections were not the first things I thought about in high school. So while my car is something that can take me places it has become, for me, more of a symbol of the need to go up, settle down, and be responsible.

Combs said...

That's one of the biggest reasons why I'm glad my dad drug me out to the car ever time he needed to fix somthing. At the time I wasn't interested, but in the long run it's been nice to be able to do at least minor repairs. When I do it actually reminds me of the times I spent with my Dad, and makes me look forward to sharing that with someone else later on down the road. I still see mine as the symbol of freedom that it's always been, it's taken me half way across this country of mine, and back again. For me it's a reminder of the traveling that I've done, and the travel that's yet to happen. We all have symbols in our lives that stear us toward other things, but it's always interesting, to me at least, to hear the different meanings behind the same object.