This past Sunday, after doing my morning routine of visiting my parents - as I do every Sunday - I was at an impasse. What to do for the rest of the day? It was the final day of February, so the monthly update on my M2 Competition needed to be written. Being a self-professed writer, naturally that article was something to be procrastinated onto later. I actually planned to be write it this weekend.
Because truth be told: I didn’t know what to write about.
What I did end up doing was getting into the M2 and taking it out for a spin. All the way up past the Golden Gate Bridge, and looping back just before Highway 101 splits off towards Mount Tamalpais. As I came home and proceeded to park, I carelessly backed the M2 onto another car. Thankfully, that other car was my brother’s Mazda MX-5, which I am presently in stewardship of. Speed was low, damage was minimal: only a small chip on the M2’s rear bumper.
After a brief moment of internal despondence at my own stupidity, a stroke of inspiration hit: I knew exactly what to write about. In all my years of car ownership, I’ve continuously done stupid things like backing them into concrete posts and running over parking curbs. So I did a chronicle of my clumsiness with cars, and that age and experience hasn’t saved the M2 from suffering the same fate.
The lesson here is: to have something to write about, it’s important to go out into the world and do things. Had I decided against taking the M2 out for a drive on Sunday, I’d be stuck on what to write for the February update article that likely still hasn’t yet been written. The one time I fought my instincts to stay home, I am rewarded with material and inspiration. I just wished it didn’t take damaging the rear bumper, but that’s something that can be fixed easily.
Sunset fitness.