The Back Roads

I love long drives. I think it's that one time when I can think properly. I haven't been driving long, but in the time I have, I have driven quite a bit. I've gone a couple states away, with no real destination in mind. More than once I have found myself lost, but at that point, I don't really care. I like to drive with my windows down, the music just loud enough I can hear it over the wind whipping in my ears. I also like going on vacation, just for the long drives we take to get to where we are going. Sitting in the back seat, looking out the window, the overwhelming feeling of peace. Ah, nothing beats that. It's endless.

When I was first learning to drive, my grandpa was the only person who wasn't afraid to ride with me behind the wheel. He lives in the country, where nothing is close for miles. He took me to go drive on a back road that literally went on FOREVER (no cars really drive on that road because it is too far out of the way). My gramps didn't let me talk or listen to music because he didn't want me to 'get distracted', so I drove in silence. That, by far, was the best ride ever. I felt so free, and in control, and so relaxed that I would give anything for that feeling again. I was with the perfect company, not a word being said, and I didn't mind at all. I drove for what seemed like hours, and honestly it probably was (going on and on to only turn around and go back).

I want to go on a REALLY long road trip. Maybe by myself, or with that perfect company once again. I just want to drive, and not look back thinking "Dang, there's something I have to do when I get back." Once I leave, I don't plan on coming back to doing what I need to do for a while. And really, that's all I want.

Who wouldn't want that?
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May 15, 2012