My SF commute involves a cab, a flight, and a drive. It’s been a while since I’ve written about the drive portion of a commute.
For this round, the flight was typical except for a gigantic game of musical seats that some very large sport team played as they boarded the plane. It delayed us by 20-minutes… on a flight that was already an hour late. But, I wasn’t sitting next to yet another geek talking about Bitcoin, so all was golden.
Back to the driving part: the magical moment in the day came when I got to the Avis Preferred lane… even later than usual.
As I walked out to the vehicle, a chorus of Hallelujah played in my head, which got louder when I saw that the car they gave me was sparkly, brand new (new car smell is the best), and black! In fact, it was the only black Mustang in the row of lime green and highlighter blue versions.
This is definitely a step up from the regular food/coffee stained, funny noise, smells-like-sweat car that I normally get. And, it purrs like a kitten and plays Jazz and Alternative like a pro. To celebrate, I took it across the Golden Gate Bridge.