4 August 2006
Tripping the joy buzzer
"How do you know," someone once asked, "if you're really leading the life you wanted to lead?"
Hard to say, but I think one irreducible component is being able to get away with crap like this:
I'm sitting at my desk when, out of the blue, it hits me: I need a burger. Not just any burger, mind you, an In-N-Out burger. The West Coast chain is the purveyor of cheap, fresh, immensely amazing burgers. No problem, right? Get up, go out the door, go to lunch.
Sure. Except for the fact that [our] editorial office is in Michigan, and the West Coast is, well, way out west. I check the Internet: the closest In-N-Out is in Prescott, Arizona.
Yep, tasty burger. I stare at In-N-Out's Web site. My eyes lose focus for a second.
I call my friend Jeff Diehl. Jeff lives in Chicago; Chicago is on the way. That's good, because I can't drive 1965 miles nonstop by myself. I ask Jeff to come with me, simultaneously glancing over at the car sign-out board. The keys to a 505-hp Chevrolet Corvette Z06 dangle from one of its hooks. I mention this to Jeff; he gets silent for a moment. Then he asks when we're leaving.
I grab the keys from the board and tell the rest of the staff I'm going out for lunch.
That's Sam Smith of Automobile Magazine, and the whole sordid story thirty-three hours worth is in the September issue.
Oh, and then they had to drive back home.Posted at 6:12 AM to Driver's Seat , Entirely Too Cool