start the engine...

I am pretty much certain, having a car would only tolerate my offhand tendencies. When emotional disturbances occur, a change of scene eases me. But what would hinder a demented jaguar from running away? With that ill behavior, I am only sending danger an invite. I know very well that I am responsible for any of my actions.

Since my mother-in-law had her late husband's Beetle back, she thinks it is necessary to enroll me and Dann, including her in a driving school. Having a car of my own does not interest me to begin with, so why still care to become well-versed in driving? Well considerably, for emergency purposes. Fine.

I will take driving lessons, I bet it will gradually throw me over the current waves. Most likely, I will be looking over my own rearview mirror, before long. What's my driver's license for, anyway?

As early as now, I am in search of an auto insurance online that has a reasonable auto insurance rates. I go for the one that offers an intact auto insurance coverage. Because accidents are accidents. It rests outside the line of common human instincts. We cannot really recoil from casualties. Having an insured wheels will save my wallet from thinning haphazardly. Besides, unanticipated secondary expenses only wreck my target budget.

I think too much. I am just putting things in place... just in case.