just drive

Since I sold my car a few months after arriving in Chicago, something I’ve longed to do is drive. I’m not talking the stop-and-go, congestion driving of the city. I’m talking some late night highway driving. The kind of driving that you do in the middle lane of the highway just in case you swerve due to your slight buzz. The kind of driving where the road is so straight that it looks like at any possible moment you just might drive off the edge of the earth.

I’ve been in Dallas for two days now with a rental car at my disposal to attend training for work. It’s strange to admit this but I can’t help but find myself thinking about getting out of class just to drive. I don’t know my way around Dallas, in fact this is my first time here. But even though I have no clue where I’m going or how to get back, there’s nothing better than flying down the highway with the stereo so loud it’s shaking. During these drives I’ve also rediscovered how much I miss the radio. There’s nothing more thrilling than scream-singing at the top of your lungs to songs you love or songs you guiltily know the words to. After all you can’t exactly do that on your morning walk down the street with your iPod without looking borderline insane.

So far during my trip some car driving goodies I’ve had the pleasure of slaughtering are:

• The Sign by Ace of Base


• Jeremy by Pearl Jam


• Name by Goo Goo Dolls


• Push It by Salt and Peppa

Never mind that I'm driving a 2008 Chevy Aveo.