fast cars always get there quicker but the chance of accidents make this risky. I used to always dream of fancy cars, now less. I would like a driver rather than a fancy vehicle. Unless that vehicle was a boat. I am happy with public transport.
I am not yet old enough to drive. I will be soon. My mom and dad are fairly decent drivers. My mom gets extremely angry whenever she comes across an incompetent driver on the road, though. My dad gets annoyed as well, but he rarely expresses it. The end!
When im riding down the freeway, I often see Cadillac Escalades which remind me of my father who recently passed away. This was the same type of vehicle he had, which is now mine, and it feels weird to see it so often. Its like a form of communication between the two of us almost.
driving down the lane up the hoghway into ur head and a dress fluttering up th stream into teh wind in my face in the hills by the river blue grean and sometimes yello makes for pictures pretty ugly but cool and now i am so
It was late that summer night, when the world stopped for the both of us. We went driving down a blacktop road, going thirty over the speed limit. We didn’t see the semi pulling out, but by the time we noticed it it was too late and you were gone. I’ll never forgive myself for sacrificing you for a joy ride.
I’m going to be old enough to drive in 4 months. I’m really excited. I wish I could start drivers ed though. I want to start it now. I want to be able to get my permit as soon as I’m 15.5 years old. I am watching all my friends get their permit and stuff and I’m really looking forward to getting it
I went driving last night. It never goes too well, because you’re all that I think about while I do this. I always wind up crying my eyes out, because of those stupid songs that come on the radio. I drive to get you off my mind, and while I’m doing it you’re all that I think about.
Driving is when you shit in a car and move the steering wheel from side to side. This moves the car. Occasionally, some people open the window and curse other drivers.
I can’t drive it’s scary and hard and parking is hard too I don’t like it very much I don’t know what to say about driving anymore because I am bad at this game driving is not a game it is serious don’t text/drink and drive it’s really bad!!
Driving is something I just don’t do. Not yet. I need a far superior car, and better roads. I need nice tires that don’t get scuffed or worry about snow. Fuck snow. Fuck frost. Fuck driving in gloves.
I’d love to slice across Monoco in a pair of soft leather gloves, a pair of heavy lenses, and a beautiful opera singer.
i hate to drive. it takes so much time to drive to north carolina. and we fight and fight it takes sooo long to drive to different places. not to mention carsickness. ewwww. i hate driving cuz i get sick in the car its no fun getting sick.
You’re driving me up the wall. Downright insane. I don’t know what to do about it! What is wrong with me that I let others “drive” or bother me so much. I should be the one driving myself to happy and pretty places, not the other way around! Too much to process. Where should I start I wonder…
The ride was long. Almost unbearable if you think about it. Despite the car traveling at almost 90 miles an hour, it still wasn’t fast enough. If there were people near her, she hated them.
I like driving but sometimes the car rides seem to take so long and i really dont enjoy long boring car rides i like short ones where im going someplace im really looking forward to going.
I don’t particularly enjoy driving, though it’s all I wanted to be able to do when I was little. Rain can be driving – you know, when it’s raining so hard it’s almost horizontal. I love sitting in shelter whilst it pours.
The mass complacency is driving me crazy, but equally insane is the mass rioting around the globe. That’s exactly what “they” want, stop this bloody madness, peaceful protests are the only way to go.
i love to drive but i cant drive because i pass out alot and i wish i could drive i would drive every where and anywhere i would drive cross country and have so much fun i want to be able to drive but i cant but i might one day and just brake the rules but who knows haha i just want to drive all over the place it would be so much easier to get to do things and have a job and i just want to be able to do my own things and not have to rely on people to take me places but i have to wait 6 months before i can drive but its already been 2 months but idk i just want to driive
when i drive, i think about things, driving is fun and relaxing. driving can get you where you want to go where you need to o or where you need to get away from. driving is an essential. driving makes life easier. driving can be leisurely or it can be imortant. driving will be the most fun thing in my day driving is awesome….driving is freedom driving is one of the most important things about growing up. it is fun to race. it is fun to cruise. it is just nice to have the freedom to explore. new cars are nice. i have one. cars express the person.
Driving is when I do some of my best thinking and receive my best inspirations. I honestly believe I receive downloaded info sometimes while driving because I often find solutions for things that I hadn’t thought of before while driving.
Plus I’ve had a lot of fun driving experiences and bonding experiences with friends on long drives.
The silence was driving me crazy. I kept in mind that it was entirely my choice to stop the dead quiet and bring in a flow of voices, laughter, and confusion. But I was stubborn and still a little indecisive. I was never going to forgive them; I just didn’t know when I would get used to the sound of nothing.
I love to drive. I like to listen to music when i drive the most because i love singing to myself in the car knowing that no one will hear me. I hate when people cut me off. I love my car. I hate it when people take forever to turn or do anything inside of a car beause it pisses me off. I think that the permit test is pointless. I love speeding. I like driving with the windows down.
Driving is like freedom. It’s the essence of freedom. You can roll down the windows and let your hair flow. You can blast the radio and no one will care. You can do whatever you like when you drive because when you drive you are free.
As long as you obey the law, of course.
If you don’t, you’re screwed.
I like to drive. I want to take a road trip. Old-school style. No gps, just a map, music, windows down, and a day full of possibilities. I want that freedom. No schedules. Best day ever.
driving down the road, some people may become sad, and imagine themselves drving themself off the road into a tree or off a cliff. while other people imagine getting home safely to see their loved ones.
I’ve already written one for driving. So this is going to be really bad. But then again, I just don’t know how to work the internet so I might be doing this wrong, which is why I keep getting ‘driving.’ But it’s not my fault I’m inept at all things modern. I am slightly nerdy and not in the tech way.
Driving down the street. Feeling like I don’t know where I’m going. I have no destination. No one to see. Nowhere to go. I just want to go home. But I don’t even know where that is anymore. I am homeless. Loveless. Lonely. I turn up the radio and roll down the windows. The wind blows my hair and my favorite song plays. I am no longer lonely, but still alone. Alone and happy, just my music and I. I chose a destination and hit the highway. It’s time for a change. I’m going places now. I see headlights on the highway and don’t check the rearview mirror. Never look back, I tell myself. Good things are going to happen. Just keep driving. Maybe I should stop soon. But just a break because I need to pee and I’m hungry. Hungry. But how will I afford food? Or gas for that matter? How far can I make it on what I have? Maybe I should turn around. Back to reality. Back to home. Or homelessness. Lonliness. You are my only friend.
Driving…both a convienience and a drag…I never loved it, but when I couldn’t do it I REALLY missed the freedom to do things. Amazing how important to my day to day life it is.
Driving down the open highway is like a sort of release. When you start driving it’s nervewracking and everyone is going SOFAST and you’ll never be able to keep up, but slowly you get to join the ratrace and sometimes, sometimes it’s YOU speeding past a slower car – another new driver? there’s a freedom in the anonymity of your car, one of thousands. it is oddly liberating to speed down the roadway.
Whilst driving down the road, a small duckling crossed in front of my car. It was all alone. I looked to the left, and I looked to the right. However, there was no momma duck or pappa duck to be seen.
I got out of the car and picked the duckling up. It made a sound between a chirp and a quack.
I failed my driving test. Six times. The first time I hit the curb. The fourth time I threw up outside of my car window. I just get nervous. I know I can drive: the actions of driving, are familiar to me, the shift, the hot sucking motion of the wheel, the whirr of the engine. In fact, I like it.
fast cars always get there quicker but the chance of accidents make this risky. I used to always dream of fancy cars, now less. I would like a driver rather than a fancy vehicle. Unless that vehicle was a boat. I am happy with public transport.
Driving is the feeling you get right before you feel the pull of gravity at the top of a roller coaster.
I am not yet old enough to drive. I will be soon. My mom and dad are fairly decent drivers. My mom gets extremely angry whenever she comes across an incompetent driver on the road, though. My dad gets annoyed as well, but he rarely expresses it. The end!
peace, my space my time… sing out loud!!
drive fast with the loudest music
I’m still a license-less 17 year old.
wrecks
disaster
fear
technology
ruling the world
causing obesity everywhere
ruining society
death
injury
When im riding down the freeway, I often see Cadillac Escalades which remind me of my father who recently passed away. This was the same type of vehicle he had, which is now mine, and it feels weird to see it so often. Its like a form of communication between the two of us almost.
driving down the lane up the hoghway into ur head and a dress fluttering up th stream into teh wind in my face in the hills by the river blue grean and sometimes yello makes for pictures pretty ugly but cool and now i am so
It was late that summer night, when the world stopped for the both of us. We went driving down a blacktop road, going thirty over the speed limit. We didn’t see the semi pulling out, but by the time we noticed it it was too late and you were gone. I’ll never forgive myself for sacrificing you for a joy ride.
I’m scared of it. It is an amazing task, which requires a lot of concentration and experience, not to mention judgment.
I’m going to be old enough to drive in 4 months. I’m really excited. I wish I could start drivers ed though. I want to start it now. I want to be able to get my permit as soon as I’m 15.5 years old. I am watching all my friends get their permit and stuff and I’m really looking forward to getting it
I went driving last night. It never goes too well, because you’re all that I think about while I do this. I always wind up crying my eyes out, because of those stupid songs that come on the radio. I drive to get you off my mind, and while I’m doing it you’re all that I think about.
Driving down a long endless highway that leads nowhere or could it be to somewhere? Never know until you step on the gas.
Driving is when you shit in a car and move the steering wheel from side to side. This moves the car. Occasionally, some people open the window and curse other drivers.
I can’t drive it’s scary and hard and parking is hard too I don’t like it very much I don’t know what to say about driving anymore because I am bad at this game driving is not a game it is serious don’t text/drink and drive it’s really bad!!
The drink is what drives you.
(bottle in hand)
You’ve misplaced your judgment.
(wheel in hand)
But you haven’t misplaced your keys.
Lights and fog and loud sounds. Something’s wrong, something’s burning, someone’s dying.
The blood is on your hands.
Driving is something I just don’t do. Not yet. I need a far superior car, and better roads. I need nice tires that don’t get scuffed or worry about snow. Fuck snow. Fuck frost. Fuck driving in gloves.
I’d love to slice across Monoco in a pair of soft leather gloves, a pair of heavy lenses, and a beautiful opera singer.
i hate to drive. it takes so much time to drive to north carolina. and we fight and fight it takes sooo long to drive to different places. not to mention carsickness. ewwww. i hate driving cuz i get sick in the car its no fun getting sick.
You’re driving me up the wall. Downright insane. I don’t know what to do about it! What is wrong with me that I let others “drive” or bother me so much. I should be the one driving myself to happy and pretty places, not the other way around! Too much to process. Where should I start I wonder…
The ride was long. Almost unbearable if you think about it. Despite the car traveling at almost 90 miles an hour, it still wasn’t fast enough. If there were people near her, she hated them.
I like driving but sometimes the car rides seem to take so long and i really dont enjoy long boring car rides i like short ones where im going someplace im really looking forward to going.
I don’t particularly enjoy driving, though it’s all I wanted to be able to do when I was little. Rain can be driving – you know, when it’s raining so hard it’s almost horizontal. I love sitting in shelter whilst it pours.
The mass complacency is driving me crazy, but equally insane is the mass rioting around the globe. That’s exactly what “they” want, stop this bloody madness, peaceful protests are the only way to go.
its been just long enough not driving to appreciate driving.
the love is greatful, my day is wonderfull, my girfriend is pretty. I’m a son of Rafael and Patricia. the life is the goal, the road is the method
i love to drive but i cant drive because i pass out alot and i wish i could drive i would drive every where and anywhere i would drive cross country and have so much fun i want to be able to drive but i cant but i might one day and just brake the rules but who knows haha i just want to drive all over the place it would be so much easier to get to do things and have a job and i just want to be able to do my own things and not have to rely on people to take me places but i have to wait 6 months before i can drive but its already been 2 months but idk i just want to driive
when i drive, i think about things, driving is fun and relaxing. driving can get you where you want to go where you need to o or where you need to get away from. driving is an essential. driving makes life easier. driving can be leisurely or it can be imortant. driving will be the most fun thing in my day driving is awesome….driving is freedom driving is one of the most important things about growing up. it is fun to race. it is fun to cruise. it is just nice to have the freedom to explore. new cars are nice. i have one. cars express the person.
Driving is when I do some of my best thinking and receive my best inspirations. I honestly believe I receive downloaded info sometimes while driving because I often find solutions for things that I hadn’t thought of before while driving.
Plus I’ve had a lot of fun driving experiences and bonding experiences with friends on long drives.
The silence was driving me crazy. I kept in mind that it was entirely my choice to stop the dead quiet and bring in a flow of voices, laughter, and confusion. But I was stubborn and still a little indecisive. I was never going to forgive them; I just didn’t know when I would get used to the sound of nothing.
I love to drive. I like to listen to music when i drive the most because i love singing to myself in the car knowing that no one will hear me. I hate when people cut me off. I love my car. I hate it when people take forever to turn or do anything inside of a car beause it pisses me off. I think that the permit test is pointless. I love speeding. I like driving with the windows down.
It’s a form of escape. No longer staying on.
Driving is like freedom. It’s the essence of freedom. You can roll down the windows and let your hair flow. You can blast the radio and no one will care. You can do whatever you like when you drive because when you drive you are free.
As long as you obey the law, of course.
If you don’t, you’re screwed.
I like to drive. I want to take a road trip. Old-school style. No gps, just a map, music, windows down, and a day full of possibilities. I want that freedom. No schedules. Best day ever.
driving down the road, some people may become sad, and imagine themselves drving themself off the road into a tree or off a cliff. while other people imagine getting home safely to see their loved ones.
I’ve already written one for driving. So this is going to be really bad. But then again, I just don’t know how to work the internet so I might be doing this wrong, which is why I keep getting ‘driving.’ But it’s not my fault I’m inept at all things modern. I am slightly nerdy and not in the tech way.
Driving down the street. Feeling like I don’t know where I’m going. I have no destination. No one to see. Nowhere to go. I just want to go home. But I don’t even know where that is anymore. I am homeless. Loveless. Lonely. I turn up the radio and roll down the windows. The wind blows my hair and my favorite song plays. I am no longer lonely, but still alone. Alone and happy, just my music and I. I chose a destination and hit the highway. It’s time for a change. I’m going places now. I see headlights on the highway and don’t check the rearview mirror. Never look back, I tell myself. Good things are going to happen. Just keep driving. Maybe I should stop soon. But just a break because I need to pee and I’m hungry. Hungry. But how will I afford food? Or gas for that matter? How far can I make it on what I have? Maybe I should turn around. Back to reality. Back to home. Or homelessness. Lonliness. You are my only friend.
Driving…both a convienience and a drag…I never loved it, but when I couldn’t do it I REALLY missed the freedom to do things. Amazing how important to my day to day life it is.
Driving down the open highway is like a sort of release. When you start driving it’s nervewracking and everyone is going SOFAST and you’ll never be able to keep up, but slowly you get to join the ratrace and sometimes, sometimes it’s YOU speeding past a slower car – another new driver? there’s a freedom in the anonymity of your car, one of thousands. it is oddly liberating to speed down the roadway.
Whilst driving down the road, a small duckling crossed in front of my car. It was all alone. I looked to the left, and I looked to the right. However, there was no momma duck or pappa duck to be seen.
I got out of the car and picked the duckling up. It made a sound between a chirp and a quack.
I failed my driving test. Six times. The first time I hit the curb. The fourth time I threw up outside of my car window. I just get nervous. I know I can drive: the actions of driving, are familiar to me, the shift, the hot sucking motion of the wheel, the whirr of the engine. In fact, I like it.
But I hit a wall when tested.