I do not like driving. It makes me really scared and I am always worried I am going to get into an accident. Especially if other people are in the car. I get distracted too easily. I do like listening to music in the car though. It makes long car rides a lot better. My sister is actually getting her learner’s permit right now. That’s scary.
The first time I was driving is when my dad took me to drive around Spanish Springs. The fastest I went was 75mph. I thought it was pretty fast. And then I took my driver’s test and I passed it right away. And now I drive everyday and I hate it. Because I always get a driver’s tan so my left arm is darker than my right arm. And now I keep starting my sentences with And.
My relationship with driving is complicated. Sometimes I love to drive. Other times it is a pain. To be honest, it’s not the driving that frustrates me. It is the other drivers on the road. Traffic can be annoying. There is nothing worse than driving in heavy traffic on a hot summer day. Especially if it is raining and I can’t have my windows down. That is horrible
driving is something I have never accomplished. by that i mean the ability to drive. mainly because I didn’t want to become a liability. oh god what if I killed someone?
She veered, one wheel taking the curb, her hands pressed flat against the horn. The pedestrian, who’d been angrily prodding at their phone looked up, startled, and shuddered with the realization of how close they had come to injury.
She let her blood cool, forehead against the back of her hands and reminded herself of all the reasons she did actually like driving.
driving to get away. driving to go exactly where you promised you wouldn’t. past his house, past that stretch of field he used to take you in the middle of the night when it was so damn poetic. driving to remember him and the way he sang that song to you, the one that plays on the radio every so often. the way you can hear it now, even in the silence. driving to not turn back.
I feel him there, beside me, and I know that I am not alone. When I am angry or can no longer bear my burdens in this world, I drive, with the windows down, in the pouring rain or blistering sun, with the music up, and I allow his divinity and holiness to envelop me. He is in my passenger seat: God.
Had never experienced it before since I am underage, but it looks fun, yet dangerous, because my life would be gone if any accidents happen. Driving like Michael Schumacher on the road isn’t a heroic act after all. Drive safe, this is to all the drivers out there.
im driving down the street, gas pedal smashed against the floor. the windows are down and the wind whips and tangles my hair. we look at each other for a second and hope to god we wont get caught. we are driving down the street, making our getaway
My roommate is trying to teach me how to drive stick. It’s hard, like learning something that can’t be taught. The way she does it, she just knows how, like it was born with her. Inside of her soul. I can’t have that.
Driving scares the crap out of me. I hate what it’s done to me. My anxiety has increased so much because of it. I mean, I have my good days, which are great, but I just hate worrying so freaking much about something as simple as driving. I’m getting better at it though. I hope to be worry free soon. :)
When i usually drive, I have a sensation of freedom running through me. excpet for when I’m doing chores, I enjoy the thrill of independence when driving through the streets with my windows all open and sunroof letting in the rays of sunshine. It feels so liberating. I’m a sort of a home body, so being able to be out even when inside a car allows me to feel so much closer to the big world out there.
Driving down the road, it gives me time to think. I guess while aimlessly going anywhere you want, your mind begins to wander to far places you never thought you could go to think.
The road. Travelling. City lights and country skies. The best time to drive is summer. It’s daytime. Windows down, sun roof open. Music blasting and you are belting out like you don’t have a care in the world.
A magical experience that could take you anywhere, either day or night. a long car ride is either amazing or boring you be the judge ;) The summer breeze rolling through your hair with the windows open, nothing better then these memories.
driving is what i do every day. it is part of my job. i deliver pizzas. i drive in my car to get there and i drive while im there. i drive around all the time. driving me nuts. driving me up a wall. driving me insane. i want to drive someone nuts, you know, like, as in love. I want to drive a big truck, not really, that would be lame, i just want to drive you crazy reading this stupid crap.
Driving? well first of all i like driving i like feeling that RUSH! its amazing ha but its also very dangerous but who cars it gets you places haha its easy! “)
Oh my god. I cant wait till I drive. Even though im only like 14 ,hahahaha AHHH! THE TIME! Anyways. Yeah. Hopefully I drive better than my gramma, shes one horrible driver! Yeah……………………. haahahahh:P
So listen, here’s the thing. I’ve got this automobile. And no drivers license.
Gasp!
Yeah, I know. And the only way to get to the the drivers license place is to DRIVE.
the driving force behind all his hard work had never been money – not like he would tell his father, not like his fiance had just assumed. Really he just liked the idea that he could actually do something. Grueling physical labor produced visible rewards that his reading and his books never had.
Driving seems like it sucks. I mean, with all the tests you have to pass just to sit behind the dashboard of a killing machine designed to take you places you could probably walk to? Why would you really go through all the trouble and aggravation?
im driving in dark road thincking of wohat i leave behind, with no intention of return but in my thoughts there is a certain air of melacholy beacuse i can’t know what in the end of the road.
i love driving! i love opening the window and jamming music! its the life! driving is never good when your drinking, always drive safe! driving is fun, dont underestimate!!! yeeeaahhh!!!!!!!!
i am scared of it, i dont like it. i am afriad i will hurt myself or some else. i dont know how to get of this. i would love to there, but i just dont know how. i wish someone would help me out! (:
so i really don’t know how this works it just said to type and it gave me nothing to write about but yeah it seems cool “) haha So what is this really about ? hhhmmmh.. its a mystery to me but lets find out “)
I attempted to learn to drive once. I failed naturally. I guess it would be an interesting activity you know driving. I always picture myself on a drive, cool sunlight, right elbow, arm, hand out the window, wind streaming through my fingers. I’m running out of time, motorized muscles
Daddy taught me to drive a standard shift, but it was really Mama who was the teacher…”Fred, it’s in third…Fred, it’s in third.” No wonder I couldn’t get the stupid car to go up the hill at Fort Phantom Lake.
Rain, rain and more rain. I don’t know why they call it driving rain althought it was driving me crazy. I felt hostaged by the weather, terrorised by its violence. The downpipes in the house rattled and shook as though they were being hit by metal chains and lightening flashed irratically followed by thunder building into sonic booms that rattled the windows.
I was driving through a dark valley but somehow day turned into night quicker than a minute. A large creature flew into the car and hit the ground. Nearly crashing the car, I swerved and jumped nervously out onto the pavement. Why had the last 2 seconds of my life been completely from a dramatic unrealistic book?
When I got behind the wheel for the first time my heart thundered madly. I gulped and stared at my father, voice wavering as I noted, “I’m pretty nervous right now.” He just nodded and waved me forward, telling me to go as slow as I needed to. Slow, indeed. My very first time around the block, I went no faster than the car would roll with my foot off the brakes. Yet, even though I was crawling along at a speed which barely registered on the speedometer, I couldn’t see anything but a narrow tunnel in front of me. I was so nervous, I didn’t even stop at the stop sign; I didn’t even see it. Good thing no one was around.
I’m scared of highways and I don’t want to be but I got lost on one once and I ended up in West County and I kept taking the wrong one home and I ended up in this dark dark dark apartment building and there were no cars and it was dark and I couldn’t see and I’m just so hopeless and I hate it.
I was driving then, the music blasting so loud that I thought it would surely crash right through me and knock my pounding skull off my neck, but anything felt better than letting myself think again.
I like driving… especially since I have a Smart car. I love just seeing the reaction of people at the stop lights and at the gas station. You would be shocked at how many times people stop and ask me about the ride. Even at Walmart the other day someone asked me about the car. It’s the best car I have ever owned, by far the smallest, and gets the best gas mileage.
I remember my folks used to tell me about “Sunday afternoon drives”. Do those exist anymore?
I do not like driving. It makes me really scared and I am always worried I am going to get into an accident. Especially if other people are in the car. I get distracted too easily. I do like listening to music in the car though. It makes long car rides a lot better. My sister is actually getting her learner’s permit right now. That’s scary.
Sometimes you just gotta live life, feel the breeze in your hair, everything would be alright then.
The first time I was driving is when my dad took me to drive around Spanish Springs. The fastest I went was 75mph. I thought it was pretty fast. And then I took my driver’s test and I passed it right away. And now I drive everyday and I hate it. Because I always get a driver’s tan so my left arm is darker than my right arm. And now I keep starting my sentences with And.
My relationship with driving is complicated. Sometimes I love to drive. Other times it is a pain. To be honest, it’s not the driving that frustrates me. It is the other drivers on the road. Traffic can be annoying. There is nothing worse than driving in heavy traffic on a hot summer day. Especially if it is raining and I can’t have my windows down. That is horrible
driving is something I have never accomplished. by that i mean the ability to drive. mainly because I didn’t want to become a liability. oh god what if I killed someone?
She veered, one wheel taking the curb, her hands pressed flat against the horn. The pedestrian, who’d been angrily prodding at their phone looked up, startled, and shuddered with the realization of how close they had come to injury.
She let her blood cool, forehead against the back of her hands and reminded herself of all the reasons she did actually like driving.
driving to get away. driving to go exactly where you promised you wouldn’t. past his house, past that stretch of field he used to take you in the middle of the night when it was so damn poetic. driving to remember him and the way he sang that song to you, the one that plays on the radio every so often. the way you can hear it now, even in the silence. driving to not turn back.
I know I’ll get to where I’m going someday.
I feel him there, beside me, and I know that I am not alone. When I am angry or can no longer bear my burdens in this world, I drive, with the windows down, in the pouring rain or blistering sun, with the music up, and I allow his divinity and holiness to envelop me. He is in my passenger seat: God.
Had never experienced it before since I am underage, but it looks fun, yet dangerous, because my life would be gone if any accidents happen. Driving like Michael Schumacher on the road isn’t a heroic act after all. Drive safe, this is to all the drivers out there.
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!! :)
im driving down the street, gas pedal smashed against the floor. the windows are down and the wind whips and tangles my hair. we look at each other for a second and hope to god we wont get caught. we are driving down the street, making our getaway
My roommate is trying to teach me how to drive stick. It’s hard, like learning something that can’t be taught. The way she does it, she just knows how, like it was born with her. Inside of her soul. I can’t have that.
Driving scares the crap out of me. I hate what it’s done to me. My anxiety has increased so much because of it. I mean, I have my good days, which are great, but I just hate worrying so freaking much about something as simple as driving. I’m getting better at it though. I hope to be worry free soon. :)
When i usually drive, I have a sensation of freedom running through me. excpet for when I’m doing chores, I enjoy the thrill of independence when driving through the streets with my windows all open and sunroof letting in the rays of sunshine. It feels so liberating. I’m a sort of a home body, so being able to be out even when inside a car allows me to feel so much closer to the big world out there.
Driving down the road, it gives me time to think. I guess while aimlessly going anywhere you want, your mind begins to wander to far places you never thought you could go to think.
The road. Travelling. City lights and country skies. The best time to drive is summer. It’s daytime. Windows down, sun roof open. Music blasting and you are belting out like you don’t have a care in the world.
I know i’m going somewhere.
A magical experience that could take you anywhere, either day or night. a long car ride is either amazing or boring you be the judge ;) The summer breeze rolling through your hair with the windows open, nothing better then these memories.
driving is what i do every day. it is part of my job. i deliver pizzas. i drive in my car to get there and i drive while im there. i drive around all the time. driving me nuts. driving me up a wall. driving me insane. i want to drive someone nuts, you know, like, as in love. I want to drive a big truck, not really, that would be lame, i just want to drive you crazy reading this stupid crap.
Driving? well first of all i like driving i like feeling that RUSH! its amazing ha but its also very dangerous but who cars it gets you places haha its easy! “)
while driving this dark road memories come to my mind, memories that i bury with the accelerator because i leave to never come back.
Oh my god. I cant wait till I drive. Even though im only like 14 ,hahahaha AHHH! THE TIME! Anyways. Yeah. Hopefully I drive better than my gramma, shes one horrible driver! Yeah……………………. haahahahh:P
So listen, here’s the thing. I’ve got this automobile. And no drivers license.
Gasp!
Yeah, I know. And the only way to get to the the drivers license place is to DRIVE.
the driving force behind all his hard work had never been money – not like he would tell his father, not like his fiance had just assumed. Really he just liked the idea that he could actually do something. Grueling physical labor produced visible rewards that his reading and his books never had.
Driving seems like it sucks. I mean, with all the tests you have to pass just to sit behind the dashboard of a killing machine designed to take you places you could probably walk to? Why would you really go through all the trouble and aggravation?
im driving in dark road thincking of wohat i leave behind, with no intention of return but in my thoughts there is a certain air of melacholy beacuse i can’t know what in the end of the road.
Driving as far away as possible, rear view mirrors optional. Can’t take this anymore. Plunge into the brick wall.
i love driving! i love opening the window and jamming music! its the life! driving is never good when your drinking, always drive safe! driving is fun, dont underestimate!!! yeeeaahhh!!!!!!!!
i am scared of it, i dont like it. i am afriad i will hurt myself or some else. i dont know how to get of this. i would love to there, but i just dont know how. i wish someone would help me out! (:
so i really don’t know how this works it just said to type and it gave me nothing to write about but yeah it seems cool “) haha So what is this really about ? hhhmmmh.. its a mystery to me but lets find out “)
I attempted to learn to drive once. I failed naturally. I guess it would be an interesting activity you know driving. I always picture myself on a drive, cool sunlight, right elbow, arm, hand out the window, wind streaming through my fingers. I’m running out of time, motorized muscles
Daddy taught me to drive a standard shift, but it was really Mama who was the teacher…”Fred, it’s in third…Fred, it’s in third.” No wonder I couldn’t get the stupid car to go up the hill at Fort Phantom Lake.
Rain, rain and more rain. I don’t know why they call it driving rain althought it was driving me crazy. I felt hostaged by the weather, terrorised by its violence. The downpipes in the house rattled and shook as though they were being hit by metal chains and lightening flashed irratically followed by thunder building into sonic booms that rattled the windows.
I was driving through a dark valley but somehow day turned into night quicker than a minute. A large creature flew into the car and hit the ground. Nearly crashing the car, I swerved and jumped nervously out onto the pavement. Why had the last 2 seconds of my life been completely from a dramatic unrealistic book?
When I got behind the wheel for the first time my heart thundered madly. I gulped and stared at my father, voice wavering as I noted, “I’m pretty nervous right now.” He just nodded and waved me forward, telling me to go as slow as I needed to. Slow, indeed. My very first time around the block, I went no faster than the car would roll with my foot off the brakes. Yet, even though I was crawling along at a speed which barely registered on the speedometer, I couldn’t see anything but a narrow tunnel in front of me. I was so nervous, I didn’t even stop at the stop sign; I didn’t even see it. Good thing no one was around.
I’m scared of highways and I don’t want to be but I got lost on one once and I ended up in West County and I kept taking the wrong one home and I ended up in this dark dark dark apartment building and there were no cars and it was dark and I couldn’t see and I’m just so hopeless and I hate it.
I was driving then, the music blasting so loud that I thought it would surely crash right through me and knock my pounding skull off my neck, but anything felt better than letting myself think again.
I like driving… especially since I have a Smart car. I love just seeing the reaction of people at the stop lights and at the gas station. You would be shocked at how many times people stop and ask me about the ride. Even at Walmart the other day someone asked me about the car. It’s the best car I have ever owned, by far the smallest, and gets the best gas mileage.
I remember my folks used to tell me about “Sunday afternoon drives”. Do those exist anymore?
i love it when i am driving down the street and out of no where there he is walking down the sidewalk… excited and eager to see me tearing it up.