Deja Vu

CSN&Y reminds me of college. So does 98 degree humidity...but also CSN&Y. I know, we were total retro ironic hippies. Especially my first college roommate. She was some sort of genius who graduated high school at 16 and wore her hair long and never drank, preferring to smoke pot. Now she's a SAH mom who homeschools her kids and raises chickens and has a gluten free recipes blog.

My roommate had a project with her dad when she was in high school. Together they found a non-functioning Morris Mini, and they bought it and then repaired it and got it into working condition. She took this car to college with her, even though freshmen couldn't have cars, so she parked it on the street and had to move it every night between 2 and 3 a.m. (This was not a problem given our lifestyle).

This thing was little.

The driver's side was on the right. When October came, we got fall break, which was basically a Friday off. My roommate was from Chicago so we decided to drive from St. Louis to Chicago with another friend of ours in that Morris Mini over fall break. It was a 6-hour drive. It was a lot of fun. It was very exciting for me and the other friend, Chad, to be going on a road trip on our own. It was less exciting for my roommate, who had had basically enormous amounts of freedom and autonomy for a number of years already, to a degree that impressed my teenaged self. Somehow we ended up with only one cassette tape in the car, which was Deja Vu by CSN&Y. And we listened to that same tape over and over and over and over again on the trip.

Nowadays the idea of driving from St. Louis to Chicago in a 25-year old Morris Mini is not my idea of the best time, but for an 18 year old, it was truly outstanding.

(Not off Deja Vu, but still a good one):