I’m all by myself. I have my technology, but I have nothing. Actually, I have a pretty good caffeine buzz too.
My transportation now sits all by its lonesome across the way at a local bank, awaiting its new buyer to complete the paperwork. My sister, darling little angel, should be leaving Minneapolis momentarily to pick me up at the local Caribou. As I sit and wait, I can not help but reflect on the past two and half years I owned my car.

Like many others my age, I graduated college with a mediocre “plan”. I was working at a local bar / restaurant making more than enough money, but working really bad hours. The service industry is a great fit for many people – weekdays free, a lot of cash in your pocket, and plenty of socialization. The more weird and abnormal you acted, the more money you made. Sounds great! Not sew (me an afghan) much.
I had had it. I wanted something normal. I wanted to make plans for the weekend with friends. However, any weekend I requested off in order to do this, reduced my income significantly. I had to do something drastic. The magic job opening I had bean hoping for never appeared, so I decided to buy myself a car. Cars, friends, same difference.
Think of the most irrational moment you have ever had in your life, and then multiply it by too, too much that is. That was me and my car search. Financial calculator blah blah blah. Besides, my income fluctuated week to week, how was I to know how much I could afford? Hmm, lets see what the fastest car for X amount of money gives me. Insurance? What’s that agane? Maybe my dad will pay for it.
My first choice was a Honda Civic Si. Not a standard boring Civic, the sport model. Come on, my life was depressing, I needed to be fast. Test drive, no real negotiation on their part = no interest for me. I went back home and hit the internet. Oh, what’s this? A turbocharged Dodge Neon? Hmmm. Turbocharged vs A Neon, yes please. After a couple test drives and a very long and strenuous day, I bought my first car.
It took me as long as one minute in that car by myself before I wondered, “Why would anybody ever need a car this fast?” Going from a 1995 Chevy Beretta with over 100,000 miles to a 2005 with 19,000 miles makes what I like to Kahl, a difference. I quickly began weaving in and out of traffic. Why was everybody else driving so slow!?! Come on! Get out of my way! I have a giant spoiler on the back, look out! Seriously though, it had a giant spoiler.
All it took was a few hours before I had my first “Close Kahl”. I was showing the car off to my roommate in a 30 mph zone when all of a sudden…
Part Two – Thursday, Nov. 19th. I promise
Dom Kahl