A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

“D” is for Driving

 

Speeding to Bakersfield

Somewhere between here and there I rolled down my manual car window on the driver’s side, and let the swift wind flow like a course river into my little Chevy Cobalt. I speed along passing the Oak trees on the side of some lonely freeway. My foot slowly falls against the gas pedal throttling the vehicle forward, and I gaze on as the broken white line beside the car attempts to make sense of it all, and reconnect itself like a reel of film slides passing by to make a movie.

 

The Long Winding Road

 

It’s in the car, when I’m driving on an open stretch of road, where everything makes sense and things fall into place. For me, driving, mostly by myself, is a therapeutic pastime that reveals the world to me in a way that is productive and relaxing. I get to a desired destination and I have a chance to either reconnect with my thoughts or sing way too loudly to my favorite songs. I try not to do it as often, but when I do get the chance to quickly make the car’s rubber meet the road, I cherish my time on the motorway and enjoy the ride.

 

“We can’t know what’s going to happen. We can just try to figure it out as we go along.
– Roger Sullivan”
― Morgan MatsonAmy and Roger’s Epic Detour

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4 Responses to ““D” is for Driving”

  1. Annis Cassells

    I love the solitude of driving, too, whether it’s by car or motorcycle. Free and easy; thinking your own thoughts; stopping and going when YOU want and WHERE you want. It’s a wonderful thing. Thank you. xoA

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  2. Mandy Wallace

    There’s something about driving, isn’t there? The anonymity. The loud music. It’s freedom.

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  3. Anna Stewart

    I think I’d like driving better if I didn’t have to share the road with other drivers. But there is something soothing about the sound and feel of tires on the road.

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