etirabys:

me, squinting at the foreshortened hood and trying to estimate distance from curb: How the fuck do the vast majority of Americans do this successfully?

81k, from the passenger seat: After enough practice, the car eventually feels like an extension of your body and you just know where the boundaries are

me: Can I please achieve this in a more narratively interesting way, by having sex with the car and soulbonding with it?

(via tuesdayisfordancing)

sex mention definitely though like I should be able to just sit and meditate with the car and not have to do a bunch of boring practices

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  12. orthoparadox said: Being able to adapt our body plan to include tools is one of our supplemental superpowers than isn’t mentioned often enough. But also, people *do* have sex with cars.
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