The road was almost empty, only a few other cars were driving along the dimly lit country road. He rolled down the window and listened to the cows mooing in the distance. It was such a calm evening.
I was driving the other day looking for a special suitcase. A simple little suitcase that had the secrets to magic. So remember that. A magical suitcase. When I found it, it told me how to fly! I flew all over and when I was done flying, I landed.
I hate driving. It is the worst thing i the world. It is how I will die. Too much metal and speed and respocibiitly. And I cant fix cars. They confuse me, make me feel stupid. I’d blow my car u
driving is like sex. It’s tricky and nerve-wracking at first, but then becomes natural, and maybe even too easy. You have to be careful of the pot holes and other sorts of things that might make you stumble as you go, but you can also have the time of your life. Just keep an eye on the side of the road for me. I’ll be waiting with a smile and a thumb out.
driving is exhilarating. it takes you to places that you have been before, and can take you to some places that you have never been. being in the car is great, because you can live in a climate controlled environment, yet experience the outside in ways, distances, that you couldn’t on foot. parking can be frustrating, but you can always pay for a spot.
Driving, along the road
the pavement, rushing past in a blur of colors
the green grass slowly fading into the dust brown of the desert
the heat rising, waking from the sun’s gentle kissing.
Oh this is a fun word, driving I like to drive everywhere. I remember when I was 11 and first learned how to drive. I learned on three on a tree it was hard yet fun, then I purchased y first car for $50. it was a 1950 Chevy Bel air loved it so much. Took me and my dad about one year to fix it up so by the time it was finished I got to drive it on a regular basis. I remember when I used to steal my dads vehichles when he’d be at work and go driving up town, one time i’ll never forget was when I ran out of gas and my dad got off work early that day, boy did I get a butt whooping. lol.
driving is where you steer a car with your hands. its is used for transport. what the hell am i doing? You push the acelerator and the car goes forwards. Its is always where you hit the golf ball onto the green. Driving is more convenient than public transport as it is always available. However, it is often more expensive and kills the planet.
stopping going not much to say as your trapped in two rolling wheels invented before our time, perfected with little stubbles that shouldn’t be shaved. So many people so close to one another, in danger of death but eating a banana instead. We drive to work to death to life to children the American means of getting to our not too far away places because walking would wear out our TOMS shoes.
I was driving down the road that held so many memories. He and I together with the windows down, laughing hysterically at nothing. But now, it was pitch dark and raining. I thought it was appropriate considering what had become of our relationship.
Yesterday my mother and I got into a huge fight because she refused to take me to my friends house for a birthday dinner/celebration. She said that driving a half hour both ways was absolutely absurd, and she would not do it. However, she said she would like three hours prior. I called her a cunt. I don’t even know why that’s a big deal to me, considering she doesn’t even know what it means–yet I cannot BELIEVE I called her that! How grody.
When I first started driving, I needed my father to help me. Learning stick shift was tough but I kept at it despite making many mistakes. I learned mainly in Senegal which is a very difficult place to drive. Now I look back and am glad for the skills I now possess. I’m not constrained to automatic.
About 3 weeks ago I got in a hit and run. I was backing out of a parking space and the corner of y car crunches against the corner of another. It was my first accident. I panicked and left. Later I would blame the cracked and broken front side marker light on my first real accident. In between them I had proceeded to lightly tap 2 cars at 2 mPh on the same day, bit there was no damage.
we were at the stop lights. in the car in front of me was a boy and a girl. i could see them facing one another talking, laughing. he lifted his left hand and caressed her cheek. she leaned forward and kissed him. they kissed until the lights turned green. there was a honk from behind me. the couple jumped apart and turned to look towards my car. they laughed and drove on. i cried and followed.
The top is dropped, the bags of been dropped off. The last of the little insects, left behind to squander in their cookie-less mansion. I find myself a passenger. Car driving to the lake; looking for the bottom, looking for lapse.
all morning i wandered endlessly towards my goal. I am tired painfully tired. I was woken up at five am by a fool and I need to get to that shithole San Bernadino to hand over the check
I was driving along the road parallel to the shore. In a moment of madness and made a sharp turn and drove the car into the ocean. The car kept going, driving sixty miles an hour under the ocean through the dark sea.
The Mauritania had drowned again, a living, miniature representation of the great ship, falling beneath the algae and toad spawn in our pond. A driving rain came, coasting the banks nearly to the back door. We sloshed through for a week until we were able to rescue the tiny boat: its last gasp long gone, all inhabitants left for darker dawns. I peeled back the boat’s portholes, but only a ghost looked back at me.
I love driving my car! It’s small, red and zooms across the road. You have to be careful while driving, some people are not aware of what they are doing. They will put makeup on or eat instead of looking at the road.
Driving down the highway is an interesting experience. The other day as I was driving to school there was a man driving a pickup, talking on the phone, pulling a trailer with a cement trailer on back. This was driving me crazy.
I was driving down the street and a child ran out in front of my car and scared me to death. My son is a scary driver. He drives with the music so loud that it is horrible. Get
i don’t really like driving. i take the train to work every day and i love that i can read the new yorker, text my friends, and daydream without endangering my own life or the lives of those around me. to me driving is not pleasurable, it’s a chore like brushing my teeth.
I didn’t get my drivers liscence until I was 19 whcih seemed late at the time but now it seems kind of early. How young do I want my kids to be when they are driving? Of cuorse by the time they are that age I bet I will be happy to see them being self sufficient and not relying on me to drive them here and there…Or did you mean a driving rain? Or driving a golf ball? I know, it doesn’t matter.
I just passed my road test. On Friday.
I was supposed to be allowed to drive just to work and school but I found out that I could drive anywhere.
Sweet.
I was driving by myself for the first time to Dunkin’ Donuts to buy my mom coffee and I was grinning the whole way there. It was exhilarating.
Driving down the highway to my future. Or maybe not my future. What is future? The presence of a long-term opportunity. Even if it’s not your dream, can we drive towards it?
Driving is something that I still cannot do. It’s on my list of “priorities,” rather than my list of priorities. I don’t think I really want to drive. Some people see it as freeing, and I can understand that, but I can’t bring myself to see it that way. Driving is another responsibility that I don’t think I’m ready for. I want to drive, I don’t want to drive. Who really knows?
i’m driving my
abilities into a hole
carved so deep
i don’t know how i can ever even attempt to get out
i am driving upward
like a ladder reaching to the unknown
the subconscious is reaching out for me
drive up my side
it call for me
drive up up
up
The road was almost empty, only a few other cars were driving along the dimly lit country road. He rolled down the window and listened to the cows mooing in the distance. It was such a calm evening.
I was driving the other day looking for a special suitcase. A simple little suitcase that had the secrets to magic. So remember that. A magical suitcase. When I found it, it told me how to fly! I flew all over and when I was done flying, I landed.
I hate driving. It is the worst thing i the world. It is how I will die. Too much metal and speed and respocibiitly. And I cant fix cars. They confuse me, make me feel stupid. I’d blow my car u
driving is like sex. It’s tricky and nerve-wracking at first, but then becomes natural, and maybe even too easy. You have to be careful of the pot holes and other sorts of things that might make you stumble as you go, but you can also have the time of your life. Just keep an eye on the side of the road for me. I’ll be waiting with a smile and a thumb out.
driving is exhilarating. it takes you to places that you have been before, and can take you to some places that you have never been. being in the car is great, because you can live in a climate controlled environment, yet experience the outside in ways, distances, that you couldn’t on foot. parking can be frustrating, but you can always pay for a spot.
Driving, along the road
the pavement, rushing past in a blur of colors
the green grass slowly fading into the dust brown of the desert
the heat rising, waking from the sun’s gentle kissing.
His gaze a was driving force that lured me to the brink of heartbreak. Forced to witness his happiness in another’s arms.
Oh this is a fun word, driving I like to drive everywhere. I remember when I was 11 and first learned how to drive. I learned on three on a tree it was hard yet fun, then I purchased y first car for $50. it was a 1950 Chevy Bel air loved it so much. Took me and my dad about one year to fix it up so by the time it was finished I got to drive it on a regular basis. I remember when I used to steal my dads vehichles when he’d be at work and go driving up town, one time i’ll never forget was when I ran out of gas and my dad got off work early that day, boy did I get a butt whooping. lol.
Bell N
driving is where you steer a car with your hands. its is used for transport. what the hell am i doing? You push the acelerator and the car goes forwards. Its is always where you hit the golf ball onto the green. Driving is more convenient than public transport as it is always available. However, it is often more expensive and kills the planet.
stopping going not much to say as your trapped in two rolling wheels invented before our time, perfected with little stubbles that shouldn’t be shaved. So many people so close to one another, in danger of death but eating a banana instead. We drive to work to death to life to children the American means of getting to our not too far away places because walking would wear out our TOMS shoes.
I was driving down the road that held so many memories. He and I together with the windows down, laughing hysterically at nothing. But now, it was pitch dark and raining. I thought it was appropriate considering what had become of our relationship.
Roy drove through the street s of Goithom
Yesterday my mother and I got into a huge fight because she refused to take me to my friends house for a birthday dinner/celebration. She said that driving a half hour both ways was absolutely absurd, and she would not do it. However, she said she would like three hours prior. I called her a cunt. I don’t even know why that’s a big deal to me, considering she doesn’t even know what it means–yet I cannot BELIEVE I called her that! How grody.
When I first started driving, I needed my father to help me. Learning stick shift was tough but I kept at it despite making many mistakes. I learned mainly in Senegal which is a very difficult place to drive. Now I look back and am glad for the skills I now possess. I’m not constrained to automatic.
About 3 weeks ago I got in a hit and run. I was backing out of a parking space and the corner of y car crunches against the corner of another. It was my first accident. I panicked and left. Later I would blame the cracked and broken front side marker light on my first real accident. In between them I had proceeded to lightly tap 2 cars at 2 mPh on the same day, bit there was no damage.
we were at the stop lights. in the car in front of me was a boy and a girl. i could see them facing one another talking, laughing. he lifted his left hand and caressed her cheek. she leaned forward and kissed him. they kissed until the lights turned green. there was a honk from behind me. the couple jumped apart and turned to look towards my car. they laughed and drove on. i cried and followed.
The top is dropped, the bags of been dropped off. The last of the little insects, left behind to squander in their cookie-less mansion. I find myself a passenger. Car driving to the lake; looking for the bottom, looking for lapse.
all morning i wandered endlessly towards my goal. I am tired painfully tired. I was woken up at five am by a fool and I need to get to that shithole San Bernadino to hand over the check
I was driving along the road parallel to the shore. In a moment of madness and made a sharp turn and drove the car into the ocean. The car kept going, driving sixty miles an hour under the ocean through the dark sea.
The Mauritania had drowned again, a living, miniature representation of the great ship, falling beneath the algae and toad spawn in our pond. A driving rain came, coasting the banks nearly to the back door. We sloshed through for a week until we were able to rescue the tiny boat: its last gasp long gone, all inhabitants left for darker dawns. I peeled back the boat’s portholes, but only a ghost looked back at me.
Driving is only fun when you go on vacation.
Driving is my son’s favorite thing to do. I can’t pick up my keys without him right there saying, “Do you need a driver?”
I love driving my car! It’s small, red and zooms across the road. You have to be careful while driving, some people are not aware of what they are doing. They will put makeup on or eat instead of looking at the road.
driving makes me crazy. I’m glad that I have the gift of being able to drive but when it is real busy it makes me upset.
Iwas driving when I was at least 14 my dad always wanted to teach us young it was fun. My first accident was when I was 16.
Some people need to learn how to drive better. I get so frustrated with people that do not use their blinkers or cut in front of me.
Driving down the highway is an interesting experience. The other day as I was driving to school there was a man driving a pickup, talking on the phone, pulling a trailer with a cement trailer on back. This was driving me crazy.
RaNae
I was driving down the street and a child ran out in front of my car and scared me to death. My son is a scary driver. He drives with the music so loud that it is horrible. Get
Driving can be so much fun. Driving takes you places faster than walking. It is fun to ride in tha car and see different places.
I hate driving on the interstate. People are so rude. They don’t know how to drive. I feel I have to watch everyone else.
There are days when I want to get into my car and start driving to go anywhere and not turn back. And see where the road takes me.
i don’t really like driving. i take the train to work every day and i love that i can read the new yorker, text my friends, and daydream without endangering my own life or the lives of those around me. to me driving is not pleasurable, it’s a chore like brushing my teeth.
Impossible is Nothing
I didn’t get my drivers liscence until I was 19 whcih seemed late at the time but now it seems kind of early. How young do I want my kids to be when they are driving? Of cuorse by the time they are that age I bet I will be happy to see them being self sufficient and not relying on me to drive them here and there…Or did you mean a driving rain? Or driving a golf ball? I know, it doesn’t matter.
I just passed my road test. On Friday.
I was supposed to be allowed to drive just to work and school but I found out that I could drive anywhere.
Sweet.
I was driving by myself for the first time to Dunkin’ Donuts to buy my mom coffee and I was grinning the whole way there. It was exhilarating.
driving is a common way of life. In this day an age we rely on many different means of transport.
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Driving is something that I still cannot do. It’s on my list of “priorities,” rather than my list of priorities. I don’t think I really want to drive. Some people see it as freeing, and I can understand that, but I can’t bring myself to see it that way. Driving is another responsibility that I don’t think I’m ready for. I want to drive, I don’t want to drive. Who really knows?
i’m driving my
abilities into a hole
carved so deep
i don’t know how i can ever even attempt to get out
i am driving upward
like a ladder reaching to the unknown
the subconscious is reaching out for me
drive up my side
it call for me
drive up up
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