First of all, almost any car feels like a boat compared to my little Beetle. Although I've rented a "mid-size" car, it feels gigantic. I feel more unsafe driving than I ever have before. I think I might be having a little post traumatic stress from the wreck and I find myself looking in the rear view mirror an awful lot.
And then there's the confusion of finding my rent car in the parking lot. I'm currently very well aware of just how many silver sedans are parked in parking lots these days. It use to be so easy to spot my car: a convertible, Beetle, mellow yellow in color. Rarely was there more than one of them in the parking lot at a time, so finding my car was easy, breezy, beautiful. But now, I have to actually think about where I've parked and try to remember. I'm just one of many drivers of a silver sedan.
The funny thing is, I didn't even know what kind of car this was until I started writing this blog and took a look at the name on the back bumper.
I believe in peace, love and forgiveness. I'm not out to avenge anything.
|Doesn't something like this look a bit less vengeful?|