Winter Roads Aren't Exactly a Super Happy Fun Place

I had the pleasure to drive from Olds to Stony Plain and back on Thursday. You may wonder why I call it a pleasure because the roads were definetly not in good shape (from Bowden to Red Deer was practically white out conditions), I was going there for an interview for a job it turns out I don't even want and there/back is a lot of driving in one day. But I did however enjoy the trip, because since my aquisition of an awesome Christmas present, my MP3 player and a car in which to utilize said player I have more than enough of my favorite music to sing all the way there and back. Now that I finally have it in full working order, (don't even get me started on that; I only have my lack of computer skills to blame for it's poor performance) I could go for hours on end in the car without running out of music to listen to. I like driving my car and being in ultimate control of my destination and the music I use to get there. Even during those moments of terror when I feel my car start to careen out of control on a slippery slope and I'm thinking "oh, s**t I'm going to die" Bon Jovi is there to calm my nerves. For those of you yet to own your own car don't give up on the car fund. Aspire to get your own car even if it is a hunk of junk on wheels (just make sure the radio or tape player works) because the freedom is definetly worth wating for.

You can tell I know very little about cars since my major deciding factor of whether a car is any good is whether or not the radio works. It running and not falling apart is always good too. And as long as it doesn't collect water on the floor in the back seat, causing what is probably a toxic mold, I'm happy. The most luxurious thing about my car is it has power steering. I know what your thinking, some car if that's it's best feature, no air conditioning or heated seats just power steering. Then you've obviously never driven a car without power steering. You want a workout for your arms, get a car without power steering and try parking it. Better yet try parallel parking it, then you will fully realize the beauty of power steering. A genius whoever came up with the concept. And the way I parallel park, it takes several tries and can be quite lengthy, I'd need to pump some iron and work on my rippling biceps just to get through it. So when you go to buy your first car, an old rusted out beautifully oiled machine, let your first question be "am I ripped enough to drive this boat?" and make sure to flex those rippling biceps so the salesman can make an informed decision.