Having accomplished this, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I plugged the iPod into my FM transmitter, dialed up my "Driving" mix and hit the road. A couple of quick stops to deposit some checks and pick up a prescription, then it was just me and the highway. I zipped along, care-free, relishing in the freedom. "I need to go to Ikea," I thought, "to look at replacement floor lamps and a fixture for the kitchen. I could go play some poker this morning, as long as I'm awake anyway." By the time I'd passed the downtown exits off 35W south-bound, I'd come to my senses. In the last few days I'd shelled out about $370 and still have the current citation to pay.
So, I drove on, not knowing exactly where I was going but enjoying the ability to drive, reconnecting with my car, singing along with the tunes.
I got off on the exit to minnehaha's place, but figured it would be too early to bother them with my jubilation. Being in the general neighborhood, though, I cruised northward on the city streets and then a bit west to Cuba. Well, to Victor's 1959 Cafe, to be exact, where I had the Ranchos Cubanos for breakfast along with a glass of guava juice. Only $10 for a taste of freedom; and that included the tip.