I miss my car

Camp Atterbury, IN --  Me standing in front of our Hummers ... after hanging around in these for a while, I’m convinced that the people who buy the civilian SUV versions (the ones that keep running me over on the highway) have never actually seen a real one. I don’t think anyone would buy the civilian version if they had some exposure to the real thing.

Camp Atterbury, IN —
Me standing in front of our Hummers … after hanging around in these for a while, I’m convinced that the people who buy the civilian SUV versions (the ones that keep running me over on the highway) have never actually seen a real one. I don’t think anyone would buy the civilian version if they had some exposure to the real thing.

Now, ladies, don’t get all uber-feminist on me because of the title of this post. I’m sure some of you are yelling: “How typical! It’s just like a man to say he misses his car when he should be saying that he misses his wife and kids.” Calm down …

It should go without saying that every day I’m away from Muna and Taj is a bad day. I miss them terribly … so I shouldn’t feel the need to exclaim this fact every day on my website. The point of this blog is for me to blurt out things that may not always be obvious. You can always assume that I miss my family … but maybe you didn’t know that I miss my car. (Now you do.)

Anyway … I miss my car. While we’re in training, we’re not allowed to have cars. When we have a training mission, we do move around in military HMMWVs (Hummers,) but we can’t take those out for a casual spin. We have to walk everywhere we go. There’s a lot to be said for having the simple freedom to drive everywhere you want to go. And I guess I’m a bit spoiled because I do have (what I consider to be) a pretty cool car. (Check it out hereor click on the “photos” link.)

Not having a car makes you evaluate just how important something really is. For example … if you’re thirsty and you want a bottle of juice, but the only way to get it is to walk seven blocks to the store, you might just settle for the tap water instead. I’m not lazy (but I certainly have been drinking more water lately!)

Actually, not having my car is nice, because I’ve been getting lots of exercise, and cutting back on spending frivolously.

Muna is taking care of it for me while I’m gone. Today she told me she drove it around for me. And even though I’m sure she left one of the windows down and probably left her makeup in the cupholder, I’m just glad she did it for me. She knows I miss my car, too! I miss the heated seats, the powerful engine, and the looks I get from fellow BMW enthusiasts. Most of all, I think I miss driving Muna and Taj around, with Muna doing her makeup in the passenger’s seat mirror, and Taj falling asleep in the backseat.

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