My date with Blue

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Yes, humble reader, I still live.

It’s been a while – too long, really – since I’ve put finger-to-key and typed up a new entry for the blog. I have no one to blame (other than BioWare), and can only say that I will try and make sure we don’t have too many long stretches like this past one.

I have a few things on the go, such as a new entry for The Character Assassin and another Watch This! feature, but today I wanted to do something quick and light to remind you that yes, I do, in fact, still contribute.

I’d like to introduce you to the girl I took out for a spin the other day.

This is Blue.

Or at least a car that looks exactly like her.

She’s my sexy ride. A sleek, four door 2008 Pontiac G6. And she’s a dirty, dirty girl.

Or at least, she was. The warm winter weather has taken it’s toll and she has been filthy for… well months really. I kept putting off washing her because it was too cold, or too wet.

Well no more. I rolled her out of the garage and gave her the vehicular equivalent of a spa-day. Full oil-change (synthetic – nothing but the best for my girl), air filter replaced, fluids checked and topped off, tire pressure gauged… and a soothing drive through the car wash.

Where am I going with this?

If you’re like me, your car is your link to the rest of the world. Blue gets me places. She’s what gets me to work on time, makes sure I’m prompt for my appointments, and gives me the ability to quickly travel six blocks to the nearest 7-Eleven.

She’s more than just my car – she’s my freedom.

I am ashamed to admit that it took me forever to get my driver’s license. I was in my twenties when I finally got up the nerve to do it. Oh, I’d had my learners for some time… I just never took the next step.

Part of it was intimidation. I was actually a little afraid to get behind the wheel and hit the road. It wasn’t the car that scared me, or my lack of ability… it was other drivers I was worried about. I have no control over how other people drive – and I didn’t trust that they would drive responsibly.

But the other part – the main part – was that I’d always gotten by just fine. I didn’t need my license because whenever I had to get somewhere, there was an alternative. Taking a cab or a bus, getting a lift from a friend or a family member… I didn’t think I needed my own car.

I was wrong.

When I finally went and did it… the whole world opened up. Suddenly I could go out, wherever I wanted, at my whim. I was no longer beholden to bus routes or the timetables of others. I experienced that true freedom for the first time.

If you are like I was, hesitant to get your license because you don’t think you need it – you’re wrong too.

You might not know it yet, but you’ve limited yourself in a fundamental way. Sure, for most cosmopolitan city-folk, there are options that will get to you all the places you need to go. But the face remain that there are places in this city where it’s hard to get if you don’t have a car. Moreover, what if you need to get into St. Albert? Or Leduc? Or Calgary? Tomorrow?

Blue gives me the ability to do that. She gives me the power to, at 3 in the morning, say “I feel like getting donuts. In Red Deer.” And away I go.

The least I can do is tune her up, and keep her clean.

So, yeah. That’s the point I’m driving at: get your car an oil change and a wash.

Next Time: Super Mario Bros.

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3 Responses to “My date with Blue”

  1. Rachel
    March 6, 2010 at 4:13 pm #

    I just bought Adam Bioshock 2. I have accepted the fact that I will not have a boyfirend for two months. Please keep posting so that I have something to read during the long lonely days ahead of me.

    • Adam Rozenhart
      March 9, 2010 at 10:09 am #

      I’ve gotten so much enjoyment out of this game… Just wish the roommates loved watching it as much as I enjoy playing it!

  2. Rachel
    March 6, 2010 at 4:15 pm #

    PS I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t washed my car in over a year. I just had the brakes changed and Fountain Tire was kind enough to wash my car. I nearly cried. I no longer have to worry about being pulled over because my license plate is unreadable due to a thick coat of dirt.