My Driving Phobia

I have to do something about my driving phobia.

I used to drive frequently, if short distances. To the grocery store. To the Park & Ride.

I was never a big fan of driving, like some people, but I could do it.

Today I was asked to drive three miles. And I freaked. It's been about four years since I've driven anywhere. I am serious. I either take the bus, or T.S. drives me.

I have a car - my lovely (well, it's needing new paint again, but still, semi-lovely) '68 Mustang. With the correct hood. I could drive the Jeep, too. But I freak.

It's not so much the actual driving, it's the anticipation. I just need to get out there and do it. Alone. Even if I just go around the block (okay, our actual block is pretty large, but it's still a block - 6 right turns.

Driving and spiders are my two phobias - one I can live with, the other one needs to go. Wish me luck.