I've always thought that almost every photo we take is, in its own way, a self portrait. It reveals something about who we are - an interest, a friend, our family, something we find beautiful or intriguing or interesting, something that makes us who we uniquely are. Sometimes those photos are more revealing than anything that might be traditionally called a self portrait, no matter how much of our face or body - or both - it shows.
So .. who am I?

I have never owned a car that wasn't a stick shift. I like the feel of it in my right hand, the other hand gripping the steering wheel. Downshifting, punching the accelerator and then shifting again into a tight curve. It makes me smile. I do not consider sitting in an automatic to be driving. It is little more than pointing a car in the proper direction and moving your foot a couple of times. Steer. Stop. Start. It is not driving.
It was worth the time spent learning how to drive stick. I was not a good learner and - I am admitting a blonde moment here - I only took driver's ed on a stick because I thought the gear shift in my father's car meant it was a stick shift. The lack of a clutch didn't clue me in that it just might be an automatic. I liked it even when I was bumping and jerking trying to learn to coordinate hand and pedals. I liked it even when I began rolling backward down a hill after coming to a stop at a traffic light, two old women in a car behind me with expressions on their faces as though they were about to scream - and I AM screaming "GET BACK! GET BACK!" A couple of years ago I bought a Prelude. Low to the ground five speed, very fast, a definite curve hugger. I enjoyed it in a giddy sort of way the day I test drove it - and I enjoy it every time I get behind the wheel three years later.
I am ... a driver.

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