Drive

I'm obsessed with driving.  I don't know how long I've been this way, but I love long drives.  Maybe this is weird, but on many occasions, I've found myself wishing a long journey could be even longer.

Some conditions do need to be met...

1.
I need to either have my iPod or another good source of music...
or
Be in a car with one or more person whose company I thoroughly enjoy.
Also, probably no one annoying.

2.
I'd prefer to be in the front seat.  Driving or passenger...it doesn't really matter.
Backseat is acceptable, unless it's the way back of a van.  I don't like being carsick.

3.
I don't handle rapid directions very well.  [aka city driving]
But if I'm on a long stretch of road, I'm in h-e-a-v-e-n.

Honestly though...as long as these conditions are met, driving is like one of my favorite activities.

Alone on a drive, I can turn the music up loud, and sing like I never ever would under any other circumstances.  It's liberating.  If I'm upset, there is nothing as soothing as a long drive.  The twenty minute drive out to Wellsville for work is just lovely, it makes my day.

Also, driving with friends is a great pastime.  Obviously there's the example of road trips, which I've said before--I LOVE.  And then there are just drives around town, just chatting, venting, and reminiscing about life.

Well...

Now I want to go on a drive.