I love coming back home. Even if I’m only gone for a couple of days. There’s just something about walking up to your car, sitting in the seat that’s adjusted just for you, feeling the steering wheel, firing it up and hearing that first beat from one of your favorite CDs. Then getting out of the airport and letting the cool night air blow away all of the bad memories of security checkpoints, crappy rental cars and uncofortable hotel beds. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been having car problems or not (I have been)or if it’s a really crappy car (most of my cars) just the fact that it’s yours and you’re on the way home makes all the difference.
-Alex
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