OK, I used to love driving. Love. It. In high school, I'd race without a care in the world to Carol's house in Apex, 20 mph over the speed limit, one hand on the wheel, playing the radio at top volume. In college, I used to hop into my Corolla and drive up a moonlit Cole Mill Road at night and look for deer on the side of the road. Or I'd just drive without direction, stop, sit on my trunk and just stare at the stars.
Can't really do that in NYC, sadly. Sometimes, as I walk along the streets, I look up and am always disappointed to see that dark nothingness.
And nowadays when I drive, I'm more nervous -- of denting my rental or getting into a more serious accident. I'm not used to driving, or maybe I don't have as much nerve. I'm not sure.
But sometimes, when it's late, and I'm sitting in this little shoebox, I just really, really miss driving. And the stars, too.
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