I was driving down the highway, minding my own business, when bam! A polar bear jumped out in front of the road! As I swerved frantically, knowing I’d never make it, I thought of the irony of my situation. Plenty of people crash because of ice. How many hit polar bears?
driving down the road i found my self staring into nothingness,I felt empty inside, and scared too, what was I supposed to to know? I couldn’t run. if I did that would only make things worse. I couldnt run, never.
“I’m driving in my car, and I’ve gone way too far. Up your street to nowhere…”
I cranked up the radio and sang along to Elastica’s “Car Song.” You just looked at me and chuckled and turned your head towards the window. Were you embarassed by my joie de vivre, or just afraid to join in?
the wind is flying wildly through my hair
tangling the neatly straightened and placed hairs
the light posts are flying by quickly
the grass is a blur
my mind is a blur
driving is really hard because when you press on the gas you go VROOMMMMM!!!!!! and your dad freaks out and starts screaming and you’re all well what do you want me to do dad?! and he’s all WATCH THE ROAD! and stressing me out and then we’re yelling and screaming and speeding and it’s just a horrible horrible experience.
I don’t get my driver’s license yet because I’m not old enough, I have to wait till next year because I have a late birthday :/ But my lucky bum friends can get theirs soon D: Oh well. They can be my driving slaves >:D
driving is really scary. once, my dad let me drive his truck at our family reunion and i almost ran right into a stop sign, but i have good reflexes, so i was able to stop in time. that was a really boring day, i don’t like family reunions., they are no fun at all and i think that they should be illegal. that’s just what i personally think though, you can think what you want about them. anyways, i think the topic was supposed to be on driving. so let’s see… i think there are a lot of really really really stupid drivers in the world, if we just killed all the dumb drivers, or suspended their licenses, there would be a lot less fatalities. and the world would be a much safer place. so in my opinion, we should just all walk everywhere. that would also solve the whole “america is obese” problem. walking would solve everything. the end.
i was driving in the night. there were lights and lights and lights. passing me. looking at me. trying to figure out who i was. i was crying because everything was too beautiful. i was crying because i wanted to be that beautiful. they were passing me by. i was going too fast. too fast.
driving to the store. what do I see? A man with a beard. Marching. Marching with no single purpose. Why do I watch this man? Why did I notice him? What makes him stand out to me? Is it the red shoes he is wearing, or is it the glimmer of his belt buckle when it catches the sun? I am not sure.
Driving; the the right of passage all teenagers want to go through. Some just aren’t ready or capable to pass it. Don’t drink and drive. It’s bad, like poop. Be safe.
Holding onto the leather wrapped steering wheel, I’m firmly in the middle of that peaceful feeling you have when going down the highway. The monotony, the lack of stimuli produces a zen like state where you can actually think without the blaring ring of your phone, the din of the TV calling for your attention.
I was driving along the freeway, when suddenly a rampant gorilla smashed atop my roof and made a huge dent in my car. I threw my hands in the air, peeked out of the window, and yelled, “What do you think you’re doing, you great buffoon?” It just smiled at me and jumped to the next car, angering the other driver. Then I crashed and died. I went to heaven and chilled with God.
Once upon a time there was a Car named Linda. And Linda loved to go on adventures. Unfortunately, her owner was very dull, and left her to be sad and lonely in the garage. So one day, Linda decided to go out on an adventure without her owner. So she revved up her engine and drove off to find adventure wherever she could.
Driving me to the end of the line is all the determination and pain I’ve endured over the last few months. Up before dawn, ice, elevation, Motrin, tears…. I finish and never look back…. only ahead to the next race.
One time i was driving down the road and i saw this young girl laying on the road. I swerved and asked “what the hell are you doing?” she looks at me and says, “the worlds going to hell, and i don’t intend on waiting for that day to come.
i am driving along a road along a mountain that twists and beyond us we see blue peaks. your hair whips back against the seat, strands of it get stuck against your red lipstick. i laugh. you kiss me on the cheek, grab me, kiss me and i laugh, and i berate you because the lipstick stain will be there and i have no means to get it off during this car ride. but secretly i am glad because the lipstick, it stains of knowing i’m yours.
Driving. it can be so exciting and liberating for my daughters who count down the days, minutes, until they can get their license and join the ranks of the independently mobile . Driving. it can be so terrifying for a mom who has to hand over the keys and pray to God that the rest of the mobile society is all at home with the flue.
Wow. I thought of that JUST as the word came up. Really. I was thinking about car rentals and gas fees as the word appeared.
Spoooooky!!!!!
I was having a bit of “flight” syndrome. “Flight” being the other half of “Fight or Flight.” I generally choose “Flight.”
But just now, when I looked up what it would cost to literally “fly” last minute, I was not amused.
It’s unlikely I’ll go anywhere. I’m just having a bad bad day and thought hey, maybe I should get away. But since that’s not going to happen today, by the time I go to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll have talked myself out of it.
Nevertheless, while I was waiting for the page to load, I’d started to think “What if I drive…”
* Note to the world: If I’m not doing “Flight” that leaves “Fight. It would not be advisable to show up at my door today uninvited and without cookies.
it makes me feel free to suddenly get ut of the house ad think and spin and twirl the wheel as music blasts out of the radio and sunshine hits my face and i realize I don’t like keeping my window open because that would give the opening for someone to harass me. and it scary to talk to strangers, it gives you a rush….
i hate driving.well i love driving but i actually hate when other people drive.there would be no traffic if there was no bottlenecking or people who actually learned how to merge.driving is fun when you need to get away from something and when you need to clear your mind of everything.driving can be dangerous but you need to be smart at all times about it.i like driving and im so glad i have my license!
The driving force. What is it that motivates our actions. The things that move us. What we end up being is determined by what drives us. Good or bad. It’s what can pull us out of a bad situation or pull us into one. It’s what can make us successful or lead us to failure.
To be honest with you, I already did this one, but I didn’t put my name and email in the fields so I clicked back and then it brought me to this again. So now I’ve had preparation before writing about driving a second time. The first time I wrote about sadness and roadkill. Now I’ll write about liberation. Probably not the best way to use such an experiment, or charge, as writing without thinking. Because I thought.
summer nights and champagne colored leather seats. a warm breeze spilling salt throughout my matted blonde locks. don’t spill the ice cream, he warned.
heat, rain. smoke baragading.. cant see. wishing. the brakes fail out. ramming, laughing, hoping not to crash. 80 miles fast. energy drinks, two packs later. im there. home. living, happiness. freedom at last. stranger, accepted. peace.
We were driving again. Kable complained constantly about his need to pee. No one listened;Nick was listening to music and Gabriel was writing something in his blacbook,
I love driving places, especially when you are in a mood to just be thinking. Drive somewhere, and get it all through your head. Or maybe even blast the music and sing out loud to your favorite song. My favorite part about driving is getting to the place that I’m going, because there is always a destination. And I’m always so impatient to get there.
I love driving. Driving gets you into another world, a world you have some control over and an insulated cacoon from the world. It is a symphony hall, a love nest. a place for creativity a wonderful place.
Sometimes I think I am driving myself too hard. But then again I remember that wonderful email I got from tut.com. It said — it’s not that you worry, Carol — it’s that you care! Wow! I was right in the middle of getting ready for a conference with 4 presentations and I was feeling overwhelmed and worried, but that phrase just sort of set me free. I do care. And I need to watch about driving myself too hard, especially if I am driving recklessly! Then I am not effective at all. Caring is wonderful — worry can be destructive. Yikes!
IT is something that makes me feel good, especially when the other drivers are respecting the road and the fellow drivers. I dont think much about the car racing, because that is not driving in the strictest sense of the word. It is a road which is empty, and all the space to turn and swerve, and skid.
she drove as fast as she good. anything to get away from him. his smell, his touch. She has never felt so free in her life. she was finally getting away. she deserved better
The wheel was before me. The street signs moved by my side. Suddenly I heard a screech. I saw a large truck. The light flashed before my eyes. Then there was black…
Driving thru the roads of past memories to see all the landscape of my life blurring past my eyes in a haze.
It is bittersweet, in the way dark chocolate bites the tongue, yet brings pleasure.
while i was driving to church one morning suddenly a dove flew in front of me. a dove! I was in a hurry, so I didn’t slow down- it had wings, after all. it could fly. POOF! Suddenly a thump, and an explosion of feathers. It hadn’t flown away in time.
I drove to church filled with dread, afraid of what I would find in the grill of my SUV.
Driving along the dense forest road, he futiley scrubbed his sleeve across the condensation-ridden windows. He desperately hoped he would be in time but risking a glance at the cracked screen of his watch he wasn’t so sure…
there are few things i like more than driving. especially driving fast. I put my music on and slam on the gas. It solves an incredible number of problems… thinking time…
it plagued my nightmares constantly as a kid, just one of those dreams about becoming older and also being a failure at some adult mundane tasks. something so simple gone so awry while i slept, and yet, i’m not sure it’s so inaccurate now that i’m an adult.
I was driving down the highway, minding my own business, when bam! A polar bear jumped out in front of the road! As I swerved frantically, knowing I’d never make it, I thought of the irony of my situation. Plenty of people crash because of ice. How many hit polar bears?
driving down the road i found my self staring into nothingness,I felt empty inside, and scared too, what was I supposed to to know? I couldn’t run. if I did that would only make things worse. I couldnt run, never.
“I’m driving in my car, and I’ve gone way too far. Up your street to nowhere…”
I cranked up the radio and sang along to Elastica’s “Car Song.” You just looked at me and chuckled and turned your head towards the window. Were you embarassed by my joie de vivre, or just afraid to join in?
The road is long, and winding in only the subtlest of ways. It’s dark; this part of town doesn’t have the standard number of streetlights yet.
It almost feels like I’m completely, utterly alone.
I start talking to myself and it serves to enforce this feeling. I start laughing. Just me and my giggles on this dark stretch to home.
the wind is flying wildly through my hair
tangling the neatly straightened and placed hairs
the light posts are flying by quickly
the grass is a blur
my mind is a blur
driving is really hard because when you press on the gas you go VROOMMMMM!!!!!! and your dad freaks out and starts screaming and you’re all well what do you want me to do dad?! and he’s all WATCH THE ROAD! and stressing me out and then we’re yelling and screaming and speeding and it’s just a horrible horrible experience.
I don’t get my driver’s license yet because I’m not old enough, I have to wait till next year because I have a late birthday :/ But my lucky bum friends can get theirs soon D: Oh well. They can be my driving slaves >:D
driving is really scary. once, my dad let me drive his truck at our family reunion and i almost ran right into a stop sign, but i have good reflexes, so i was able to stop in time. that was a really boring day, i don’t like family reunions., they are no fun at all and i think that they should be illegal. that’s just what i personally think though, you can think what you want about them. anyways, i think the topic was supposed to be on driving. so let’s see… i think there are a lot of really really really stupid drivers in the world, if we just killed all the dumb drivers, or suspended their licenses, there would be a lot less fatalities. and the world would be a much safer place. so in my opinion, we should just all walk everywhere. that would also solve the whole “america is obese” problem. walking would solve everything. the end.
i was driving in the night. there were lights and lights and lights. passing me. looking at me. trying to figure out who i was. i was crying because everything was too beautiful. i was crying because i wanted to be that beautiful. they were passing me by. i was going too fast. too fast.
driving to the store. what do I see? A man with a beard. Marching. Marching with no single purpose. Why do I watch this man? Why did I notice him? What makes him stand out to me? Is it the red shoes he is wearing, or is it the glimmer of his belt buckle when it catches the sun? I am not sure.
scary! fasten ur seatbelt! ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont wanna drive. cars scare me! eeeeeeek! streets, directions…soooo confusing!!!!!!!!
Driving; the the right of passage all teenagers want to go through. Some just aren’t ready or capable to pass it. Don’t drink and drive. It’s bad, like poop. Be safe.
Holding onto the leather wrapped steering wheel, I’m firmly in the middle of that peaceful feeling you have when going down the highway. The monotony, the lack of stimuli produces a zen like state where you can actually think without the blaring ring of your phone, the din of the TV calling for your attention.
I was driving along the freeway, when suddenly a rampant gorilla smashed atop my roof and made a huge dent in my car. I threw my hands in the air, peeked out of the window, and yelled, “What do you think you’re doing, you great buffoon?” It just smiled at me and jumped to the next car, angering the other driver. Then I crashed and died. I went to heaven and chilled with God.
Once upon a time there was a Car named Linda. And Linda loved to go on adventures. Unfortunately, her owner was very dull, and left her to be sad and lonely in the garage. So one day, Linda decided to go out on an adventure without her owner. So she revved up her engine and drove off to find adventure wherever she could.
Driving me to the end of the line is all the determination and pain I’ve endured over the last few months. Up before dawn, ice, elevation, Motrin, tears…. I finish and never look back…. only ahead to the next race.
One time i was driving down the road and i saw this young girl laying on the road. I swerved and asked “what the hell are you doing?” she looks at me and says, “the worlds going to hell, and i don’t intend on waiting for that day to come.
i am driving along a road along a mountain that twists and beyond us we see blue peaks. your hair whips back against the seat, strands of it get stuck against your red lipstick. i laugh. you kiss me on the cheek, grab me, kiss me and i laugh, and i berate you because the lipstick stain will be there and i have no means to get it off during this car ride. but secretly i am glad because the lipstick, it stains of knowing i’m yours.
Driving. it can be so exciting and liberating for my daughters who count down the days, minutes, until they can get their license and join the ranks of the independently mobile . Driving. it can be so terrifying for a mom who has to hand over the keys and pray to God that the rest of the mobile society is all at home with the flue.
Driving
Wow. I thought of that JUST as the word came up. Really. I was thinking about car rentals and gas fees as the word appeared.
Spoooooky!!!!!
I was having a bit of “flight” syndrome. “Flight” being the other half of “Fight or Flight.” I generally choose “Flight.”
But just now, when I looked up what it would cost to literally “fly” last minute, I was not amused.
It’s unlikely I’ll go anywhere. I’m just having a bad bad day and thought hey, maybe I should get away. But since that’s not going to happen today, by the time I go to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll have talked myself out of it.
Nevertheless, while I was waiting for the page to load, I’d started to think “What if I drive…”
* Note to the world: If I’m not doing “Flight” that leaves “Fight. It would not be advisable to show up at my door today uninvited and without cookies.
it makes me feel free to suddenly get ut of the house ad think and spin and twirl the wheel as music blasts out of the radio and sunshine hits my face and i realize I don’t like keeping my window open because that would give the opening for someone to harass me. and it scary to talk to strangers, it gives you a rush….
i hate driving.well i love driving but i actually hate when other people drive.there would be no traffic if there was no bottlenecking or people who actually learned how to merge.driving is fun when you need to get away from something and when you need to clear your mind of everything.driving can be dangerous but you need to be smart at all times about it.i like driving and im so glad i have my license!
The radio blasted. Of all songs, it was a Christian radio station. Yet in the position Josh was in, it was an exception.
The driving force. What is it that motivates our actions. The things that move us. What we end up being is determined by what drives us. Good or bad. It’s what can pull us out of a bad situation or pull us into one. It’s what can make us successful or lead us to failure.
To be honest with you, I already did this one, but I didn’t put my name and email in the fields so I clicked back and then it brought me to this again. So now I’ve had preparation before writing about driving a second time. The first time I wrote about sadness and roadkill. Now I’ll write about liberation. Probably not the best way to use such an experiment, or charge, as writing without thinking. Because I thought.
summer nights and champagne colored leather seats. a warm breeze spilling salt throughout my matted blonde locks. don’t spill the ice cream, he warned.
heat, rain. smoke baragading.. cant see. wishing. the brakes fail out. ramming, laughing, hoping not to crash. 80 miles fast. energy drinks, two packs later. im there. home. living, happiness. freedom at last. stranger, accepted. peace.
We were driving again. Kable complained constantly about his need to pee. No one listened;Nick was listening to music and Gabriel was writing something in his blacbook,
I like to drive, it calms me down, but keeps me alert. I focus on the road and all of my problems fade away like clouds on a hot summer day.
I love driving places, especially when you are in a mood to just be thinking. Drive somewhere, and get it all through your head. Or maybe even blast the music and sing out loud to your favorite song. My favorite part about driving is getting to the place that I’m going, because there is always a destination. And I’m always so impatient to get there.
I love driving. Driving gets you into another world, a world you have some control over and an insulated cacoon from the world. It is a symphony hall, a love nest. a place for creativity a wonderful place.
Sometimes I think I am driving myself too hard. But then again I remember that wonderful email I got from tut.com. It said — it’s not that you worry, Carol — it’s that you care! Wow! I was right in the middle of getting ready for a conference with 4 presentations and I was feeling overwhelmed and worried, but that phrase just sort of set me free. I do care. And I need to watch about driving myself too hard, especially if I am driving recklessly! Then I am not effective at all. Caring is wonderful — worry can be destructive. Yikes!
IT is something that makes me feel good, especially when the other drivers are respecting the road and the fellow drivers. I dont think much about the car racing, because that is not driving in the strictest sense of the word. It is a road which is empty, and all the space to turn and swerve, and skid.
she drove as fast as she good. anything to get away from him. his smell, his touch. She has never felt so free in her life. she was finally getting away. she deserved better
The wheel was before me. The street signs moved by my side. Suddenly I heard a screech. I saw a large truck. The light flashed before my eyes. Then there was black…
Driving thru the roads of past memories to see all the landscape of my life blurring past my eyes in a haze.
It is bittersweet, in the way dark chocolate bites the tongue, yet brings pleasure.
while i was driving to church one morning suddenly a dove flew in front of me. a dove! I was in a hurry, so I didn’t slow down- it had wings, after all. it could fly. POOF! Suddenly a thump, and an explosion of feathers. It hadn’t flown away in time.
I drove to church filled with dread, afraid of what I would find in the grill of my SUV.
Driving along the dense forest road, he futiley scrubbed his sleeve across the condensation-ridden windows. He desperately hoped he would be in time but risking a glance at the cracked screen of his watch he wasn’t so sure…
there are few things i like more than driving. especially driving fast. I put my music on and slam on the gas. It solves an incredible number of problems… thinking time…
it plagued my nightmares constantly as a kid, just one of those dreams about becoming older and also being a failure at some adult mundane tasks. something so simple gone so awry while i slept, and yet, i’m not sure it’s so inaccurate now that i’m an adult.