“My first defining memory of a car was when one with a drunk driver behind the wheel almost hit ours and then smashed into a tree instead. .
Second was when I was 12 and a semi truck hit us when we slid on ice (hit me in the passenger side specifically). Our car rolled over into the middle of the highway and I remember distinctly disassociating and seeing myself in the ambulance from above.
In my 20’s I jackknifed a drunk/texting driver who ran a stop sign while going over 65 mph outside Hattiesburg Mississippi. My car was airborne, landing in a ditch – obviously a totaled car, but somehow I came out without a scratch. .
These are some of the scariest moments of my life. All centered around my favorite thing in this world: driving. .
I’ve had something like 8 different cars, and driven an average of 40,000+ miles per year since I got my license 16 years ago on my 16th birthday. In fact, I drove over an hour away without telling anyone directly after getting it because I "just felt like shopping” 🤷🏻♀️
But despite our checkered past, the road is where I feel the most natural, free, powerful, and safe. And if I’ve learned anything in these 32 years it is this – the answer to all questions is: to roll down the windows, and just keep driving…“
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