Driving and Biking in the Big City

View from inside the commute

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Sara and Teacup

Sara and Teacup

I only notice what’s going on inside Vinny when it comes time to valet park. This happens pretty routinely in Houston where parking is at a premium, and it happens to me a bit for my job where I end up at places like River Oaks Country Club or Junior League of Houston for gatherings of area philanthropists.

It takes a pretty confident soul to valet park Vinny. First of all, he’s bright red – unlike all the other black cars in line for fine dining. Yesterday, when I jumped out and handed the keys over, he had half a glass of tomato juice, several backs of envelopes with notes, household snail mail sorted in the foot wells and empty prescription containers everywhere.

That was the mess. More importantly, he’s filled with all the treasures of my life.

I live in my car. It’s my only personal space. Not even my home or my office are as much mine as is Vinny and the four walls that encase me on my commutes. I have the trappings of a well lived and fulltime life. I even have a contraption in the way back for sorting files, keeping supplies and other office replenishments. I am a writer, after all, and need plenty of paper, pens and pointedly sharpened pencils everywhere I go.

On my dashboard are two constant companions – Teacup and Sara. Teacup was given to me by my daughter many years ago when I complained that none of my real dogs liked to ride with me. I’ve always wanted a teacup-sized hound to accompany me on my travels. Thus, Laura bought me a stuffed Teacup about 10 years ago.

Sara the triceratops is the more recent addition and is from son Travis, giving siblings equal rivalry in my vehicle. Sara was saved from the backseat of Trav’s totaled Nissan truck after he was nearly pushed off an overpass by a Metro bus. Another story entirely.

Then, there’s all the mojo of my life. These are good luck charms and writings that I dare not throw away. A prayer that I appear to have tossed a dozen times. My autograph from Bruce Springsteen. A Polaroid from 1969 of Jesus’s image on the screen door on the house behind the local Western Auto.  

Then, there are the more practical items. Flippers and goggles for my swim days, a cooler for extra drinks, all kinds of chargers for various electronic devices, umbrella chair, umbrella, just in case cases.

And, of course, I always want to drive. So hop aboard. I can always shove this stuff over.


Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

May 3, 2012 at 11:56 am

4 Responses

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  1. Loved it! I thought I was the only one with my “office” in my car. I’ve cleaned out some – gave me an opportunity for new thoughts, new stuff and even today on my trek to get supplies, I was thinking it was time for another cleaning out of sorts. LOL Thanks again for a little peek into your world, my friend! Vic

    Victoria Allen

    May 3, 2012 at 1:25 pm

  2. I love reading your blogs…. They are all my favorites! My car is like my BFF & is right up there with my night guard & my left contact! I love you to the moon & back! Pammy 🙂

    Pam Guidry

    May 18, 2012 at 8:20 pm

    • Thanks for reading, Pammy. Just now noticed I’m over 1,000 views. Pretty fun. You need to start your runner blog. Love you.


      May 20, 2012 at 5:23 pm

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