Driving blindly

My car has decided to start acting funny lately. Yesterday it wouldn’t start and my roommate and a strange tattooed man had to come to the rescue. Today all the warning lights came on and the arrow on my speedometer stopped working. Despite this, my car was driving fine! It was actually a little exciting not knowing how fast, or how slow I was going. I resorted to driving on instinct. I feel like I am going around 30 miles per hour... I feel like I am going around 50 miles per hour...

It was interesting not knowing but feeling my way along the road. In some ways it was a very Zen moment. I highly recommend resorting to not knowing but feeling at some point in the future. I imagine I must have looked like this on the road:



Perhaps someone is reading this and screaming, “But Rachel! This isn’t safe!” Maybe it wasn’t safe but what would you do if you had a final exam to get to? Would you push aside your academic future in order to attend to your car? I also realize I could have easily been pulled over for going the wrong speed limit. At this point I would have pointed to my speedometer, explained the arrow was broken and that I had been driving on instinct. Anyway, I wasn’t too concerned and now my car appears to be working fine. The lights are off, the arrows are happily telling me all I need to know. I called my parents and my Dad suggested the rain had something to do with it. Yes, it was the rain but now the sun is shining, why worry?