Sometimes on the way to school I think about driving right past and over the mountains, just to keep driving and driving and driving. I don't even like driving that much, but I love the feeling of being in control of something a little reckless, and the speed and the way changing gears feels. Like I'm harnessing the energy of this living, pulsating thing... but not completely. There's always that feeling that a mental miscalculation or momentum or a mechanical error might just change the control balance.
And the way driving is just another way to be caught between destinations.
I'm An Adrenaline Junkie.