Poor car, it has to be owned by me
I have been in possession of my brand new completely beautiful Mazda 3i that had 14 miles on it when I picked it up from the dealer for 48 hours.
So far, I have:
- Driven at night with the headlights off (once)
- Driven with the parking brake on (once, but for quite a while)
- Driven at night with the headlights off WHILE THINKING THEY WERE ON (once)
- Failed miserably at parallel parking (twice) and succeeded nicely (also twice)
- Parked in a parking lot where they tow you if you're there too long (once)(was not towed)
- Driven over an estimated 80 bajillion potholes (this is Boston, after all)
I keep trying to remind myself that everyone does this when they start, that I will get the hang of things soon, that every time I make a mistake it goes on the list of things to never do again ever, that I am not a terrible person (just a terrible driver) because I forget things, and I do not need to commit seppuku because I failed at parallel parking.
And then the OTHER part of me reminds me that other people do this when they are sixteen, and they do it to their parents' car, when it doesn't matter.
And then the OTHER OTHER part of me starts crying because I have such a beautiful new car that I want to take such good care of and keep new and shiny and happy and purry, and I am so totally going to fuck this up BECAUSE I JUST DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER.