My first car was a 1989 Acura Legend. It was, what, eight?, nine years old?

Loved the six-cylinder engine, not such a fan of the rest of the car, which, from the exploding transmission through the leaking sunroof, was a total lemon. Still, it was my first car, and for the first few months I had it, it performed well. I remember going down to the Hoff at UMCP to watch Fifth Element and coming back I-95 on a rainy Saturday late-night (early morning?) when we sped onto a scene out of a movie: two cars, one smashed onto the concrete barrier, the other on its roof, people standing in the middle of the road. Swerve! Perfect response, from a not-so-great car.

I used to buy all that stupid crap you find in the car-aisle at the Target for it. You know. Like the little mini-compass I bought a few days ago at Target, for my current car.

I should’ve known not to waste my money, but I thought it would’ve been cool to know exactly what direction I was going in all the time. Like, is northbound on Jarrettsville Pike actually due north? Or northwest or northeast?

Well, according to the compass, no matter where I’m driving, I’m always somewhere between North and Northwest. Like, even if I’m southbound on I-83.

Pfah!