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As I expressed this, I wondered “am I counting my chicken-cars before they hatch?”

Uh, yeah, I was.

See, big insurance companies may have deep enough pockets that they don’t necessarily vigorously go after you for monies they put out, but they don’t forget.  They can do things to your driving privileges that passively make you need to pay them back.

I, unfortunately, do not have deep pockets.

I talked to the insurance company’s lawyers; they were unfriendly and unwilling to work with me.  They named a sum of money that seemed preposterously huge for me to get my drivers’ license back.  I felt crushed.  The light at the end of the tunnel was snuffed, and I thought about reverting to Plan B.  Plan B involves me moving to a new state where I can drive again, despite what I owe from my disaster here.

I slept on it.  I prayed for guidance as to what to do.  When I awoke, I realized something.  With this new job, I am capable of saving up enough money to pay the lawyers that amount that in and of itself would be enough for a very nice used car. It’s just going to take a lot longer than I originally planned.  I need to be frugal.  Lots of ramen noodle dinners.  Bringing my lunch to work.  No frivolous purchases of new ukuleles. I can do this.  I’ll have one more winter of bus riding, but if I am vigilant in pursuing my goal, I will make it eventually.

Now, that said, have you ever found out that your attempt to lose weight has failed, and so you went out and got a banana split?  I had budgeted half my paycheck yesterday towards paying off some of the obstacles that are preventing me from driving, but given that I was thrown this huge new obstacle, I decided to spend it on something else. I spent a bunch of money yesterday on something I’ve been wanting for a long time, but didn’t necessarily need.

I’d be lying if I said that personal mobility is the only reason I want a car.  See, my dwindling testosterone levels and the thought that one day, I might find a suitable mate to produce offspring with are subtle background influences.  In other words, I want to get laid.  Women aren’t generally interested in a man whose ride has two wheels, pedals and says “DiamondBack” on the side.

Well, another thing women like are men who are handy.  Men who do masculine things like lift heavy objects, can perform and understand home improvement concepts like drilling into ‘studs” and how to ‘mount’ things and what plugs should ‘penetrate‘ other plugs.  Showing off my sexy shoulders in the 85 degree Seattle heat (it was hotter here today than in Los Angeles!).

Just in time for football season!