The Zipcar.

I am about to go drive a car that I rented from zipcar. I have never felt more nervous and sick about something since...since...I guess playing a NYSSMA solo or back when I took my first road test. I'm not exactly sure what I'm afraid of... I know the rules of the road, right? I guess there's really no reason behind it, and it's embarrassing, to say the least. What 22 year old doesn't know how to drive? So I'm going to go do it and I hope to God I don't get into an accident or run someone over or...anything bad. Anyway, if you find this and I'm in the hospital...well, you'll know why.


So, I am back. And the more I sit here and the more time goes by, the whole experience becomes less and less of a big deal (as the thoughts of next week creep up on me like cheetahs after a gazelle). It was scary walking up to the car, checking for dents like they said I should do. I got in and turned on the radio to some shitty pop music, 'cause I like shitty pop music (as far as radio stuff is concerned). Then this lady WALKS UP TO THE WINDOW AND KNOCKS ON IT. And I'm like "holy shit how do cars work," as I search for the window switch. I made the car jerk forward for a moment...and that was pretty embarrassing. Anyway, the lady just wanted to know how zipcars worked, so I told her what I knew, then attempted to do a 3-pt turn, putting too much pressure on the gas and causing those driving spurts like the classic driver's ed student. But once I got used to what the right pressure was supposed to be, I was okay. Or at least, I was back on par with the amount of experience I had back when I was allowed to drive my mom's car. I guess it is like riding a bike. The only thing I had trouble with was parking straight...but I was never able to do that well. I stopped at the store, dropped it off at my apartment, then drove back to where I picked the car up. I made it out okay; I just hope things go as semi-smoothly when I'm actually moving several boxes next week. Oh yeah, speaking of moving boxes, I tried to pop the trunk to see how much room there was for stuff, but I popped the hood instead. That sucked. I'm so lucky that I didn't need to refuel the car when I was done...

The moral of this story is: YES I AM LAME. YES I CAN'T DRIVE AND I'M 22. But I'm not going to hide behind it forever. Fuck it; if I have to be embarrassed and make mistakes and look silly, then so be it. As long as I'm okay and safe at the end of the day, it was worth it.

Just don't go and tell everyone how lame I am, okay? :U