I was driving my car a couple of weeks ago;I was on way home from work. What was unusual about this drive was that it was 11:00am. I work in downtown Boston and my building had just been evacuated. This day was a perfect late summer day, cloudless blue sky and a warm ocean breeze. This Daily Drive will be forever crystallized in my memory. It was Tuesday, September 11th The traffic down I-95 was heavy, yet I was preoccupied. As I glanced at operators of passing vehicles, I could easily recognize those who heard the news. They had the same 1000-yard stare I did. As the mornings' events strained to be audible through my single 8" dash speaker, I was not propelled down the Interstate by fear or a sense of urgency. I just had a need to drive home. My thirst for information went unquenched as the repetitive reports from my Chrysler Solid State AM radio, only confirmed one fact; America was under attack. Once I pulled into Heavenly Acres (our semi-sarcastic moniker for the apartment complex where we reside), I hugged me wife, turned on CNN and called Mike, my best friend and co-creator of My Daily Driver.com. The anger within me grew to the point of bile raising into my esophagus. I needed to wash it down with a Domestic beer. With my wife Patty and our good friend Scott we headed to a local watering hole where I knew we could commiserate with other Americans. This was not a time to be reclusive.  continued...
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Daily Drives is a monthly column relating experiences driving these old cars.
"The mornings' events strained to be audible through my
single 8" dash speaker. "
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