Drive

The local PBS station is having its pledge drive this week.  Hell I think all of them are.  These times drive me nuts, cuz we don't have cable, and the PBS station is the only one we get in clearly enough to be able to stand looking at.  We get about ten minutes of show and then ten minutes of pleas for funds.  I usually pledge the first day of every drive, and then not watch TV for the next week.  Or two weeks in some cases; these drives seem to go on forever.
    Someone I know drives his car in an agressive, close-quarter way.  It reminds me of how I used to drive when I had my own vehicle and only me to answer to.  It was an Isuzu 4x4, all tall and with special suspension and stuff.  How wonderful it was to zoom through the cranberry bogs in New Jersey in that thing, and take muddy forest roads after a big rain, with enormous puddles in the dales.  The highways and streets were every bit as much fun, taking the other traffic as more obstacles in a constantly changing "terrain."  I miss that kind of driving, and it doesn't worry me to be in the passenger seat when he drives like that.  I trust him every bit as much as I trusted myself at it.
    My hard drive is nearly full again.  I have to clean house very often to be able to run at all.  When we got this puter, 1 gig seemed an awful lot.  Now I drool over 6 and 8 gig drives at the PX.  I should have another hard drive soon that I can slave in.  I think it is a 1 gig also.  That should help a great deal.
    There is more I'd like to say about drives and driving; let your imagination run free.  But, alas, they're not something I can say right now.