I wish for one day, girls who talk so much shit about cars, or wonder why it consumes everyone’s lives as much as it does, experience the joy, and true happiness that comes with working on something. Whether it’s for hours, days, or even weeks on end. That moment of truth that all boils down to the turn of a key. Where all your hard work, knowledge and experience are put to the test. This is what makes every wound, and every turn of a wrench worth it. But most people don’t understand that and I wish just for one day they would.
The joy doesn’t even have to be car related. But if you understand that kind of joy, the kind of joy you feel so deep that it exhausts you, that’s all I want you to relate to what we feel.
I just want to text someone at 5pm to go on a road trip. Meet people, see things, eat food we never get, and enjoy Blink 182. Then ride the ferry home at 10pm and say our goodbyes until the next spontaneous trip I’ll end up taking out of boredom. One day I’ll find her and until then I’ll keep driving till I do.