Oh frabjous day, my car James Brown is finally mine again!! Only 5.5 months after I left the States, and a mere 4 months after he departed my friend's driveway for the port in Baltimore, JB has come home to his parking space in the basement of my building! It's been a rough process, fraught with incompetent people in Transportation, shipping delays, customs delays, registration delays, and a few more registration delays, but at 5 PM on Friday, I grabbed my keys and set off into the sunset, with the winds of freedom at my back and a massive, ten-mile-long traffic jam in front of me. (Istanbul is like DC in this way... the slightest bit of rain causes everyone and their mom to break down in COMPLETE AND UTTER PANIC on the roadways.) Luckily, in May I left my CD changer fully loaded with good music, so I had plenty of time to get through all six CDs in the two hours and change it took to get home.
The best part is that our belabored customs expeditor was so anxious to release JB to me that there wasn't time to exchange my original license plate for my diplomatic tags. So right now, I'm be-bopping around the city with Arkansas tags! I love it.
I got JB right before I left DC, so I didn't really get to know him all that well. Friday I had to reacquaint myself with turning his headlights on, adjusting the seat, etc. I also found sand in his floorboards and cupholders - a pleasant reminder of the trip to the beach at Chincoteague I took the day that I bought him. (It was amusing, when we got to our hotel that night, I had to register my license plate with the hotel owner, and I had absolutely no idea what it was. It didn't look suspicious at all.)
I finally feel like I'm fully settled in. I have my books, my things, my art, and my car. Road trips await, the American dream!