I am not what you could call a "car guy." While I had my fair share of Hot Wheels, it never really translated into me getting too excited about cars. My first car was my mom's early 90's red Dodge Colt. The first time I went to drive it by myself, my foot got caught under the panel by the gas pedal and I almost ran over my dog. It was a tiny car and I looked like the guy from The Simpsons who could barely fit in his automobile. These days I cruise the mean streets of the Chi in a tricked out (by tricked out I mean a car seat and 4 different Glee CDs...they're my wife's I swear) Toyota Highlander and my legs have more than enough room for optimal comfort. One strange thing about me: every car I have ever owned/driven, I have had no less than 5 baseball/football/basketball cards in it. Not sure why, but I do. I am a child.
There are a few things I know how to do when it comes to cars. I know how to change a tire, I know how to check the oil, and I know how to jump start either my car or someone else's. Back in high school, I saw my friend Paul nearly blow up all of our friend's trying to jump a car, and I made a vow to myself that I had to learn the proper way to do that. I've wanted to help someone jump start their car for one of my random acts since I started in January, and was always on the lookout for someone. I gave up a couple of months ago because I didn't think the opportunity would ever arise. As luck would have it, when I didn't routinely stare for broken down cars, I came across one (Side Note: Back when you could smoke in restaurant, my mom had this theory that to make the food come out quicker, you lit up a cigarette. More often than not, it worked. I bring this up to both make a comparison to my situation and to give my mom and step dad some pub for taking the steps to quit smoking. Remember positivity!!). So today, for my random act of kindness, I jump started a stranded driver's car. The whole time I kept thinking to myself "I'm a car guy. I'm a car guy." Then I got into my car and popped in Glee.....er.....AC/DC's Greatest Hits.
We have the same theory when it comes to waiting for a taxi - if you light up, they'll magically appear!
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