After a few weeks of peace and quiet with Dash, he returned to his old shenanigans. Once again, he went into lock down mode when I was trying to bolt out of the car and run into work. Now, I’m all a for a “car emergency” that delays my work day, but that doesn’t work so well when I’m sitting in the parking deck at work. I’d prefer to be “stuck” at home. Anyways, being such a pro at these situations, I quickly made my escape. Now the real question is-Why is Dash acting this way? I feel like this is a question best suited for Stephen King, but I’m gonna throw out a few theories.
1) The timing of his most recent lock-down coincided with a conversation I had with friends about him, and how I defeated him by disabling his alarm. I guess he thought he’d show me who’s really in charge.
2) Dash is punishing me for not getting him fixed when my neighbor decided to plow him with her durango. The damage is soley cosmetic. I really didn’t know Dash was such a diva. (Oh, I didn’t tell you that story? Well, you’ll just have to wait. I’m still coming to terms with it myself)
3) As Cindy suggested, Dash is conveying his desire for us to be a NASCAR team. Duh! That’s why he keeps trying t o make me climb out the window. And I have no one to blame but myself. On our road trip home last summer, he got a taste of speed (we were in SIXTH gear people!) which he is certainly not getting as we start and stop our way down Capital Blvd (the worst road in Raleigh) every day for our work commute. This is one thing we are in complete agreement on. I prefer the open road and speed, too. It’s about time I put on my driving hat and hit the road.
So in a nutshell my car has a mind of his own (as in might be possessed), and is determined to convey what he wants. I’m starting to think that I need Stephen King and a priest.
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