Short blog posts, journal entries, and random thoughts. Topics include a mix of personal and the world at large. 

Driving withdrawal

The withdrawal symptoms are particularly strong today. 

It’s been over two months since I’ve sold the ND Miata and went car-less, and overall it’s going great. The amount of podcasts I’ve been able to listen to on buses and trains is stacking up quite nicely, which makes me wonder why I didn’t listen to podcasts in the car back when I drove all those years. 

And some days I really miss the driving, especially the sheer sensation from piloting a proper sports car. Playing Assetto Corsa on the simulator makes for a convincing and fun facsimile, but there’s no replacement for the G-forces exerting on the body and the wondrous smells of machinery assaulting the nose. 

There’s also the singular joy of taking in a car’s design language when it’s parked stationary, as if it’s a museum showpiece. Particularly early weekends with a fresh mug of coffee; those are the best. 

I’ve still got some 10 months to go before I can safely plop down the money for whichever 911 GT3 should present itself as a suitable dance partner. The discipline that’s being required of me to be patient is immense, especially since I can at anytime forsake the Porsche and buy any one of a myriad of sports cars (the Shelby GT350 I mentioned yesterday) and be done with it. 

That would be the easy way out, and I probably wouldn't feel good after the novelty wears off.

It's truly 911 or bust

The campus is a veritable jungle. 

The campus is a veritable jungle.