Car Pool Log: 2006 07-25

Gold Cadillac, khaki colored interiors. I got in the car behind the Cadillac at first, assuming there was already a full car ahead because another passenger went for the second car. The Cadillac in front honked and the driver of the car I got into said that I should go to the next car.

I got into the Cadillac and Driver jokingly said, “You choose the gas-friendly car over my guzzler of a Cadillac!”

I laughed along with him. “I’m not that self-righteous to make a judgment call like that,” I said.

“It actually gets good mileage,” he said.

Driver had a heavy foot, especially with the brake. Driving in the car you could feel the weight of the metal, of the engine as it glided over the freeway. You knew you were riding in something solid. I was entranced by the medallion on the hood of the car. Listened to NPR radio.

Driver said he was going to the parking garage at Mission and Market. I was confused and still relaxed from my vacation. “It’s okay to be dropped off before that, yeah?” I suddenly felt like a beach bum. I smiled internally.