A few months ago I was in to see my mechanic. You see, the Jeep's potential inability to keep up with the hour long commute had me a bit worried about a very public breakdown.
So, after I left the car with him, I started thinking about his reaction. Had I completely screwed up in choosing Don Quixote as my namesake? Am I as delusional as the Don himself? What if this were my plan for income down the road? Was I being selfish and pig-headed? Don't answer that.