Road rage and driving.

I think I have developed an acute case of road rage. It's amazing to me that this has happened, but it has...and I am thinking it will be quite awhile before I am cured of it. I don't really know when it started, but it is a full blown case right now. I think that I have come down with this because my patience is being used elsewhere in my life...and patience that is used elsewhere certainly cannot be used on the idiotic morons that seem to drive around me.

Now I am not saying I am a perfect driver, that I never do anything asinine or stupid on the road. I will not be hypocritical here. I am just as much an idiot driver as others I have witnessed. However, since I am an idiot driver...I feel that I can rant about them in my car as much as I want. The good news is that I don't try to run others off the road, or slow down, or speed up to irk them. I just throw a big ole fit in my car in front of anyone who happens to be in the vehicle with me (and okay, okay...I have used some hand gestures...but just once.). Mostly it is Perry who witnesses my tantrums, but he doesn't seem to mind...he spends enough time on the road that he usually agrees with me.

And I hate to drive in general as it is. I have never enjoyed driving. Perry and I argue (or as I like to say...strongly discuss) who will be behind the wheel, whether it be a long road trip or just a trip to Plover. Neither of us likes to drive. He drives a lot for his job...and I find driving completely boring, frustrating, and...I don't know...I just don't like it. I realize there are people out there who can't drive for various reasons and would LOVE to be behind the wheel, but I just don't like it. Plain and simple.

But you know something funny? I love my car. I have a 1997 white Chevy Cavalier that has 226,000+ miles on it and I just love it. She's all beat up, rusted, has the check engine light on all the time...but I am very attached to her. And she's a five speed. I love driving a manual transmission (It's the only part of driving I really do enjoy). In fact, a few weeks ago Perry and I went car shopping (which is like looking at funeral caskets for me...it's like I am acknowledging that my Cavy will be leaving me soon...) and there were no manuals on the lots we checked out. Anywhere. Apparently car dealerships don't carry a lot of them since nobody really buys them. Pshaw! My next car has only three requirements: manual transmission, air conditioning, and four doors. Other than that...whatever bells and whistles that it may have are just bonuses.

Oh well...I suppose I shouldn't complain. There are worse things that could happen in this world than me having to give up my car, being a hater of driving, and getting really ticked at other drivers. I could be really in love with that new show The Cougar. :)