on my bicycle.
When I was little I loved having a bike to ride. I loved being outside riding it all the time. My childhood was so much fun, I never knew how poor we were. Mother of seven, me being the youngest. My Father passed when I was three.
Getting my first car, a used green 1960 something Chevy Biscayne. I was embarassed to drive it, but it got me to and from school, work. I also drove my niece and her friends to Jr High school before heading to high school on some mornings. This was in 1974 when gas prices were .53 cents a gallon. I had a few cars after that all new except in 1995 I got a used Lexus. I just had to have it!
I had a panic attack driving across the Benicia bridge in that car, but I wouldn’t allow that one panic attack to stop me. At anytime when I drove across the Benicia bridge I would wear gloves and hold on tight to the sterling wheel. At times I would avoid driving across that bridge because of the high winds and take the Carquinez bridge. Why I felt safer?
As I’m aging I no longer care to drive. I guess you could say it makes me nervous. It started in my 50s, I would leave places before dark because night driving was hard on my eyes. Now I sometimes take Uber because I just don’t want to drive. I had a few scary Uber drivers taking me deep into the woods when the freeway on ramp I know was just down a hill. Or one went in the exact opposite direction for a few miles until they realized it. They didn’t speak english and I didn’t speak their language. I seriously have a long talk with myself if I know I NEED to drive further than 10 mile radius. Especially if I need to get on the freeway.
I’m saving money to buy a Tesla. No other car brand has the autonomous technology. Funnie to think about this, when I was little I would have the same dream over and over again. I dreamt that I was in the back seat of a driverless car. It was such a thrill ride. Like the thrill of flying when you’re dreaming, I wonder when that will become a reality. My guess is when my spirit takes a final exit from my body.
Recently at my company’s luncheon I sat at the major shareholder and his wife’s table along with three other employees. The wife is a fabulous watercolor artist, mother of 3, grandmother. I couldn’t tell you her age even if I knew it. She told me to go home and convince my husband to let me buy a Tesla.
She went on about how she gets in her Tesla, pushes the Fast button and off she goes; allowing the car to drive her to her friend’s house, pick her up and off to Monterrey they go! She can just get up and go whenever she wants too. I was truly envious.
I’m going to test drive one tomorrow, hopefully buying one in a few months, Gotta save a huge chunk of money for the down payment, So I can lower car payments.
FYI Tesla has .99% interest rate for qualified buyers for 72 months.
Hoping their stock prices go up! of course darling, I invest in the stock market via E-Trade.
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