"I so wanted to be, but just wasn't one of those kids who could celebrate the impulsive, unbridled lawlessness of youth. My brothers could; they reveled in the freedom every used-horse under the hood allotted them by breaking speed limits, blowing engines and speakers, burning rubber and clutches, and stopping at 7-Elevens and Dairy Queens minutes before dinner. They too made wrong turns and got lost, but they did this deliberately. For them, losing their bearings was fun and not a reason for fretting over gas gauges going down or heat gauges going up. If dilemma presented itself, they'd cobble a solution. I, on the other hand, followed the rules and worried about calamity, circumstance, and all that could go wrong with things that had multiple moving parts - like cars and bodies." *an excerpt from my illustrated cancer memoir "Car Dealer's Daughter"
