Driving

I have always enjoyed driving. From my early teen age years, to the present day, there have been few times in my life when I couldn't drive.
There was the time when I first went into the military, in early 1970, while going through basic training, and the 4 months of Air Traffic Control school, when I was without my car. I had left it in Arizona with my new wife. I knew she could use it way more than I could, living on Air Force bases during that time, I knew I could walk anywhere I needed to go.
That was the longest time I was ever without a car. Over the last few weeks, I have been reminded what that was like. After my open heart surgery, I was told I couldn't drive for a month. As of today, I have one more week left. I'm counting down the days.
For a life-long "car guy" this has been a tough experience. My beloved Mustang is setting in the garage, and in need of a car wash. This next week can't go by fast enough.

I miss this. (Photo from a day trip to Zion National Park last year).