Sleek Black Beauty

Today I drove to work. Well, only as far as the ferry wharf. Whatever happened to those amphibious cars? It felt strange to pass the folks at the bus stops; I wouldn’t get to say hello today or chat about the time they got lost on Route 66. I wouldn’t met a guy and learn that the police in New Mexico kept checking his children’s passports as his English wife took their kids around the U.S. He’s Samoan, she’s English. The police thought she might be smuggling brown kids from Mexico and selling them.

Felt a bit of a traitor, I did.

I still have a nice walk to the ferry. Before I walked to the bus stop and the bus put me right at the ferry building. Now, I drive from the house to the free parking lot and talk a good walk to the ferry building.

It was good that we took this long to find a car. The bus rides taught me the streets—I still don’t know their names—and the right way to get about. I always sat behind the driver; it helped me adjust to being on the wrong side. In addition, I learned the bus and rail system. I still need that to get about Auckland.
I won’t drive every day. Lucy gets the car when she needs it. But today, our sleek black beauty awaits to take me home after a lovely walk from the wharf.