MP2

MP2

My journey to class each day involves quite a bit of driving.  I live right by the zoo so depending on what time I leave, I’m either cruising down the highway or sitting in traffic.  I drive an Audi 100 that was built in Oct of ‘88 so I feel I share this bond with it because my birthday is in December of ‘88.  Every day I crank it over it coughs a few times, I smell unburnt gasoline while it works itself out, and then is ready to go.  It sounds like the cars my dad would fix when I was little, so every morning carries some nostalgia.   I always have a coffee with me in the morning so I have my two favorite tastes/smells, coffee and gasoline.  It sits in the aftermarket cup holder I had to install.  I’ve always found it funny that every German car from the 80s has eight ashtrays and zero cup holders…it was great when I smoked.  I finally turn my stereo up until it’s at the point of distorting, wrap my hands around my AutoZone covered steering wheel (original is tattered and torn) and I’m off.

I normally take sawmill down to 270 and then to 315S but I will take back roads when there is a lot of traffic.  The picture that I made shows the route that I normally take on the map, but the smaller pictures within it are of the back roads.  I also let the Google Maps part of it obscure the pictures because I’m often more concerned about where I’m going than the in-between.  I do prefer the back roads because they are faster if there is traffic but there is also a lot more to see.  I transition from city, to rural, to city over and over again which is kind of interesting.  I always have the window opened a crack, even if it’s freezing, and the smells change in relation to the landscape as well.  I don’t pay attention to what speed I’m going until I hit Upper Arlington because they will pull you over in a second. It’s ironic because they do nothing if your car is broken into a block away from the police station...Once I make it through the construction that plagues campus, I’m in the lot outside the shoe.  I’m almost always early and I was the first day too.  I pretty much just saw a person that looked like they were my age and followed her into the building.  It’s taken me until this past week to not get lost inside the art department.  I’ve pretty much just wandered around until I’ve found where I need to be but it’s good to now know.