In the eternal struggle between good and evil, I often feel I am considered part of the latter group when admitting my preference for driving over taking mass transit.
Don’t get me wrong, I am no stranger to the mass transit systems of a number of the US’s larger cities. I’ve seen my share of good and bad.
But nothing compares to the joy I get from driving.
I’m not just talking about the top rolled down, wind-in-my-hair driving that we think of when we think of driving bliss. I’m talking about what they DON’T show in those sexy car commercials.
I’m talking about the “I am the master of the radio! Behold my majesty as all music bows before my will!” bliss.
I’m an unashamed rockstar in my car and am routinely caught singing by my fellow motorists. Not the quiet singing, but the full, grandiose performances that I imagine you could only get from the Sydney Opera House in Australia or some other such prestigious location. It will come as no surprise to you that I’ve partnered with most of the top 40 artists and have found a special affinity for doing duets with Lady Gaga. (Let’s not discuss the fact that they have no clue who I am.)
That’s not something you can get away with on a bus.
Sure, you can control what you listen to on a bus so long as it is pumped in through your headphones. For while my fellow motorists are all too amused to discover me singing in my car, they tend to lose that joviality when they are subjected to it while sitting next to me on a bus. Let’s face it, Lady Gaga does NOT perform on buses.
I love driving.
But regardless of how much we love our auto-concertos, we have to eventually stop the car and get out. If you live in a big city, you know what that means.
The dread of finding a parking spot.
The reason SpotHero was created was to aid my fellow lovers of driving in their daily quest to find parking. Soon to be gone are the frustrated days of driving around hoping for that mythical open spot waiting just for you.
If you’ve not yet signed up for a SpotHero invitation, sign up today.
And wave the next time you see someone singing at the top of their lungs in a silver Altima. I’ll wave back.