There are times I just want to drive. Fast. When I lived in Montana, I could hop on I-15 and drive the 10 miles down the road to Ulm. I would hit the pedal, blast the music, and cruise down the road at 100 miles per hour. I'd forget about my family and my friends and school and life. It was just me and the music, flying down the road. Nothing else. No thoughts. Simple.
You can't quite achieve that feeling anywhere around here.
Current song in my head:
"A Kiss Is a Terrible Thing to Waste" from Whistle Down the Wind