Here’s the grand total of how many miles I drove during the month of September: 74.
That amount marks an all-time low in monthly miles for my 911 GT3. The perfect confluence of wildfires and unhealthy air meant there was no opportunity to take the car out for weekend drives. I mean, I still could have done it, but the responsible thing to do with air quality being so poor is to not add more pollution needlessly. These fancy sports cars are toys, after all, and not what I would call essential motoring. And this is coming from a person who absolutely adores cars.
During this time I am still physically going into work, and it’s thanks to the generosity of my brother and father, who have taken up taxying duties, that I am able to make the trip back and forth. In an ideal world, I would commute with the GT3, but here in the real world, there isn’t a place at home to safely park it for that to be feasible. Street parking in my neighborhood is both highly contested and rather dangerous. Just this past weekend, an idiot in a Ford Mustang (it’s always a Ford Mustang, or a Dodge Charger/Challenger) did donuts on our intersection and then promptly spun into the parked Corolla of our neighbor’s.
That’s the sort of anxiety I don’t need on top of my already chronic anxiety issues.
I had plans this year to move out of the house and rent a spot that’s very close to work. That way I can simply walk to work instead of having to slog in on the commute. One less stress item off my mental list would be certainly be beneficial - and well worth the rental cost. I’d have easier access to the 911 as well, since it’s parked close to campus. Of course, the pandemic utterly destroyed all of our 2020 plans, and as of right now I’m just happy I still have a job, and a proverbial roof over my head.
We’ll return to our regularly scheduled programming soon enough.
October is off to a good start.