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Jetta

For my 250th post, I am answering a question from Plinky!

Driving is something I hold near and dear. I've nearly been killed too many times to count, usually with me at the wheel. I love to drive everywhere, especially in my home state of Maine (taste the Mainebow). As much driving as I've done in my life, which is quite a lot for a person my age, I would still say I like driving in my hometown of Cape Elizabeth, Maine more than anywhere else. There's the famous Shore Road with all its mansions, snaking up and down the rocky hills, but there's also the most underrated driving in Cape away from the ocean.

First, I'm gonna say that CAPE'S COPS ARE KINDA MEAN. I had to edit that a couple of times to be a little more accurate, but basically if you're a teenager, they will pull you over for just about anything and give you a thrice over when they get to your car. It really sucks, but its true. If you're speeding, good luck. I speed a lot and have never been pulled over by Cape cops but I know from friends that they aren't very forgiving (unlike my history teacher and the police officers where I live now). Basically you've gotta watch your back. They seem to be everywhere at once in the two cars they can have on patrol. This puts a bit of a damper on the driving experience but if you're smart and you can count to two, you can figure out where they are and aren't.

Second, talk about amazing driving. Most of the roads have been paved pretty recently and you're constantly surrounded by either trees or fields. There's lots of tight turns to throw your car into a ditch but there isn't anything too surprising to me since I've lived there most of my life. I love hugging them all the way around with the windows all the way down and playing my favorite summer tracks.

If you've never been, go to Portland sometime in your life. You'll love it. It's a twenty-something town, but there's plenty of older people if that's what you're looking for. More restaurants per capita than just about everywhere and a stones throw to the roads I just mentioned. Remember this: Shore Road, 77 coming from Scarborough, and Wells Road.

Get it, got it, good. Happy TWOFIFTY to me.

I feel as though the philosophical tiger Hobbes and I would get along swell. The two of us would beat up Calvin, make a tree fort, and he would always be there for me when I got home from classes. He would maul the shit out of my roommate (and me on occasion) just because he thinks he's a tough guy, and he would protect me from all harm. Basically we'd be badasses of the world for twenty four hours. Paper hats and shit, fuckin' B.A.