Ever since I have been dropped off here by my parents there is one thing I miss and wish I could do… that would be driving my car. At first I did not really notice how much I enjoyed driving but I have come to realize I love driving, my ’97 Cadillac Seville. My Cadillac was a BEAST and I can just imagine it sitting in my driveway at home being untouched and unloved. I keep picturing myself dropping down into the leather interior the color of creamy peanut butter. Sitting at the stern of my land barge I would prepare to set sail down the road. By turning the key I would give life to the 300 horse V-8 beast that lay dormant under the hood. It was time to cruise. Pulling out in the street I would lay down the throttle and rocket on down the road. Once up to speed it would be time to roll down the windows and open the moon roof – who needs a drop top? Now it truly seems like I am navigating a yacht down the coast with the wind blowing ever which way through the cabin. To alleviate the sound of the wind I turn the dial of the BOSE sound system higher and higher till I can feel the bass resonate through my being. This is the life. No other time can I feel as free as a do with my car and I long for the day I can reunite with it. When I turned 16, getting my license opened a door to more freedom than I had previously been granted. I could go home right after diving rather than waiting for my parents for what seemed like hours and I could spend the night at a friend’s house without worrying about how and when my folks could pick me up. Driving is just a relaxing and fun to do, and I miss it like a fat kid misses chocolate cake.
I totally feel exactly the same way! I had this old 93 Ford Ranger, it was a low rider and was the strangest bright green anyone has ever seen. It stuck out like crazy and had dents covering the exterior. I totaled that baby so many times and built it back together with my bear hands. It wouldn't sell for much but that baby had a lot sole. I loved driving around blasting music to high heaven and annoying the other cars at stoplights. It made us seem so rebellious and it was awesome. When I get back home before my mission, nothings is gonna take that bad boy away from me again.
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