When thrown into a situation like this, its quick thinking that can save your sorry ass!
Read on to find out more!
shaun atkinson
the drive to do something, to change youre life – for better of for worse, driven to do something; driven to extinction – forced to it. Forced into something – unwilling. negative drive – drive and lust for evil or passion.
Wilson
And another thing, driving is a skill that you need full sight for. I’m not fully sighted, though I wish I were, and I don’t think anyone would trust me to drive them, let alone me trust myself.
It’s funny, but I don’t really need to drive, I’ve got my travel pass, I get free public transport all through Ireland so I can’t really complain.
Nikki
Cars are fun things. Only I’d love to be able to drive, I just don’t have the confidence I don’t think. I’m way too concious of the fact that while you’re driving a car, your passengers’ lives are essentially in your hands. I don’t think I’m capable of that you know?
Nikki
We were connected at the wombs and our mothers never knew it, we used to play miniture golf and all sorts of stuff, kazoo, radish, pear, my mother was a seal, tree bark infants, baloo was my favorite character in the jungle book, cats don’t drive but if they could your steering wheel would get fur on it alphabetical order.
Jon
a car down the road on a rainy evening while shouting out the window to the driver next to you telling them that their tire is flat but they mistake your good deed and give you the finger
CH
What drives me when I fix my car, looking for the next fix of high speed fun, is knowing that when I lean over the hood in my skirt men will be driving by and wondering what girl is so good at that stuff. Or am I a boy in a skirt? You never know these days. And ‘you never know’ is all there is to it. My car doesn’t care if I painted my toenails before I hit the gas, or if in the seat is a penis or a vagina. Yes, I’m a girl. Yes, I build cars. No, I’m not a lesbian, and no I’m not straight either. I just drive straight ahead, away from your limited ideas of gender.
Sam
“faster faster”, she screamed from the backseat. The car was headed toward the steep cliff. The demon smiled in the rear view mirror and her eyes turned crimson.
jennifer
there wasn’t anything left to say
time had no meaning anymore.
the sky melted into sand that seeped through the windows and got in our eyes.
I remember thinking I never slept as well as I did that night.
seth
I love to drive. I’m sure that’s a common theme today. When I was pregnant and very hormonal, one thing that saved my marriage was the long drives out to the country side. I think what I was doing was trying to get to the awesome expansion of land I could see when I was growing up in Alaska. Of course, that was never realized in the MidWest.
Kat
The wind is in my hair and the miles are drifint gout behind me. The steering wheel is hot beneath my hands and the sun is peircing my skin like a thousand sharp swirds. But that does matter, the miles stretch on in front of me reminding me of where i need to be. As long as i’m going, taking a drive on this endless highway, everything is going to be alright.
Kasyn
go go go. keep looking ahead.never turning back. never. never looking to past struggles or remember those things. those devastating times, those times that made me mad. No. never. never going back to those times. the times that made me cry, and feel so depressed. never. never going to those times…. the ones that brought me clouds… but then left me with a rainbow. those times that made me cry, and then laugh with tears of joy.no. not going back. but why? i’m not sure. i guess i got tired for looking for the diamond buried deep in the rough. got tired of waiting for the rain to stop and my rainbow to finally appear. but those times… were actually worth waiting for. maybe i should go bac- no. forward is the only way to leave behind those big dark clouds.i’ll find a new rainbow. someday.
now drive.
Mary
one time i was driving my car, and I was eating some delicious cat, but than I hit a red truck. The truck driver was a psychotic ape that like to dance on tree tops. He had a pet dog named Ralph. He like to ride on Ralphs back, but unfortunately Ralph died in the accident.
jimmy
i like to drive anywhere. driving is a gateway to anywhere that pleases you or may surprise you. It is a pleasure that most people take for granted and other’s abuse. Driving is addicting and should be free.
cait
Light was fading over the neightborhood. I drive, lost in radio and roadsigns I don’t understand.
This way, that- which way now?
I’m lost. Driving myself to nowhere.
josie
If the planet were smaller, maybe it would be just a little more fun to rock down the pavement looking for something new. As it stands right now, there’s too much space in between the really exciting things. I found grass and more grass, and that’s about all there’s been.
Vi
Driving home from the store I noticed a small itch on my leg. Thinking nothing of it I continued home and unpack the car. Walking with hands full of groceries I looked down to find that a giant leech was dangling from this itchy spot.
Grady
people cant drive in south florida because everyones an asshole. gas prices suck! way too high, we need change!
emily
i like to drive. driving’s my favorite. hah.
Marilyn
I have this inner drive to do more, to be more. I feel like I MUST make my photography dreams come true. I need to keep moving forward, blinders on my eyes to distractions. Zoom in on the ultimate dream.
LynnArts_Jen
One day I took a drive to the city and we thought we were going to one area but we didn’t we took a walk instead to go into the sky but then the movie theatre stopped and made us turn around and look at the books that the guy on the stage was reading but then we talked to the squirrel and i think i spelled that wrong… Holy run on sentence buttercup we can see the real you.
Anonymous
the drive. the effort. the sense of fulfillment that comes when one completes the task assigned. all were part of his life. all were him, and all made him. it was his state of mind, his philosophy of life and his lifeline that he clung to when all else around him crumbled. he believed that as long as he had the drive to perform he would be the one that he hoped to.
carl shan
To drive somewhere where there is love…someone to care for me and about me…just drive…drive away from the torture and hatred. To face a new beginning.
Ellie Saunders
in my car to the nearest mcdonalds. order some hear attack.
melissa?
We drove thru the dawning of grey light. It came thru the car windows and made me wake up when I didn’t want to. But we were slo excited to be going to the beach that we didn’t mind that we got no sleep. We kids watched out the windows for when the seagulls would appear. We waited to smell the first sea air.
Starr* R
Just drive to drive these thoughts from your mind. There’s no need to be angry anymore! It’s over and done with and you know that you made the right decision and that the right person ended up with what you could have had. Drive it out. You can, and you will if you can drive it forcefully enough. Grab the keys, take the car, and drive. You never need to stop if you don’t want to.
Me.
to destination fast
kin
I’ll drive down the coast of the Atlantic only to find a hot spot to spend the rest of a restful summer. I can’t wait for a breath of fresh air, the wind flowing through the each strand
Lisa Chinn
i am a good driver, i like to take road trips with my friends, however they are not good drivers lol. it is a relaxing way to just go with the flow and think. there is nothing to worry about and you have all the time in the world or so it seems. wanna take a drive? let’s go!
abby
Peaceful. It’s a chance for e to just be myself. i can sing, I can cry, I can scream. I love it. I feel the speed, I see the world pass by me. It’s like I control time and everything. I know the outcome, I know what happens when I place my foot somewhere. I’m in control.
kariana
Driving is what people do when they want to get somewhere. I like to drive. My parents drive everywhere. They are lazy and they never walk. I dont like that they dont drive me where I want to go but they drive whereever they want to go. It gets on my nerves alot of the time.
Jennifer
I could drive. As fast as i can and pretend I’m flying because there’s no other way. I could leave everything behind. Forget everything. And become something new.
Natasha
drive is some bad ass sit now,
love to drive like a dogone dog
hangin slobber down the asphalt
the nigh wispering some wicked old shit
in my dogone ears. my eyeballs are glued to the next turn, liquor blistered but alive.
Patrick Truby
driving the mustang, sex in the mustang, driving me crazy, gwen stefain, holla back, the mustang speeding across the road hitting an old woman walking a cat on a leash.
ty kenney
Drive. Drive has driving, being in control, deciding where to go and when. Drive has road trip written all over it. Life trip all over it. There is driving one crazy .as my mother might door yours perhaps.
oriahjo
I drove past my house, it as clear day, many people on the streets. Typical sunny, empty day.
r.alves
I wish I could drive for hours and not stop, not have to worry about my mom in the passenger seat, hitting an imaginary brake, my dad yelling that I’ve almost killed us with my recklessness. Maybe go on forever–legally–without my friends laughing because they think my personality indicates my driving style.
Temes Libelle Marlin
once upon a drive, i was in my pram looking up at the stars beyond the horizon of my mothers apron. the stars were of many beautiful colurs and tastes. the horizon movered around and drove into the head of the baby in the pram next door. the baby squealed in delight as the horizon dreamt of milk and fluid of life as the evening moved softly and quietly over the openess of a fresh evening’s door. The day raced through the drive of its life and ended tired … but feeling complete
neil
I like it when it rains on new paved road.
I like the sound of the wheels against the streets, it’s soft and clear but it blocks everything out. It sounds like peace, it sounds like freedom. It sounds a lot like I don’t have to feel pain, it sounds a lot like I don’t have to think forever.
haha
hi i thought to drive a car but a bicycle was much more drivable! Drove a boat once. It was hard and driving me mad! Have you ever driven something besides a PC? No. I thought so. Bye! See you soon at the drive dont in! And type drive.
Driving me wild? Yes it is!
But you have to love it, don’t you?
When thrown into a situation like this, its quick thinking that can save your sorry ass!
Read on to find out more!
the drive to do something, to change youre life – for better of for worse, driven to do something; driven to extinction – forced to it. Forced into something – unwilling. negative drive – drive and lust for evil or passion.
And another thing, driving is a skill that you need full sight for. I’m not fully sighted, though I wish I were, and I don’t think anyone would trust me to drive them, let alone me trust myself.
It’s funny, but I don’t really need to drive, I’ve got my travel pass, I get free public transport all through Ireland so I can’t really complain.
Cars are fun things. Only I’d love to be able to drive, I just don’t have the confidence I don’t think. I’m way too concious of the fact that while you’re driving a car, your passengers’ lives are essentially in your hands. I don’t think I’m capable of that you know?
We were connected at the wombs and our mothers never knew it, we used to play miniture golf and all sorts of stuff, kazoo, radish, pear, my mother was a seal, tree bark infants, baloo was my favorite character in the jungle book, cats don’t drive but if they could your steering wheel would get fur on it alphabetical order.
a car down the road on a rainy evening while shouting out the window to the driver next to you telling them that their tire is flat but they mistake your good deed and give you the finger
What drives me when I fix my car, looking for the next fix of high speed fun, is knowing that when I lean over the hood in my skirt men will be driving by and wondering what girl is so good at that stuff. Or am I a boy in a skirt? You never know these days. And ‘you never know’ is all there is to it. My car doesn’t care if I painted my toenails before I hit the gas, or if in the seat is a penis or a vagina. Yes, I’m a girl. Yes, I build cars. No, I’m not a lesbian, and no I’m not straight either. I just drive straight ahead, away from your limited ideas of gender.
“faster faster”, she screamed from the backseat. The car was headed toward the steep cliff. The demon smiled in the rear view mirror and her eyes turned crimson.
there wasn’t anything left to say
time had no meaning anymore.
the sky melted into sand that seeped through the windows and got in our eyes.
I remember thinking I never slept as well as I did that night.
I love to drive. I’m sure that’s a common theme today. When I was pregnant and very hormonal, one thing that saved my marriage was the long drives out to the country side. I think what I was doing was trying to get to the awesome expansion of land I could see when I was growing up in Alaska. Of course, that was never realized in the MidWest.
The wind is in my hair and the miles are drifint gout behind me. The steering wheel is hot beneath my hands and the sun is peircing my skin like a thousand sharp swirds. But that does matter, the miles stretch on in front of me reminding me of where i need to be. As long as i’m going, taking a drive on this endless highway, everything is going to be alright.
go go go. keep looking ahead.never turning back. never. never looking to past struggles or remember those things. those devastating times, those times that made me mad. No. never. never going back to those times. the times that made me cry, and feel so depressed. never. never going to those times…. the ones that brought me clouds… but then left me with a rainbow. those times that made me cry, and then laugh with tears of joy.no. not going back. but why? i’m not sure. i guess i got tired for looking for the diamond buried deep in the rough. got tired of waiting for the rain to stop and my rainbow to finally appear. but those times… were actually worth waiting for. maybe i should go bac- no. forward is the only way to leave behind those big dark clouds.i’ll find a new rainbow. someday.
now drive.
one time i was driving my car, and I was eating some delicious cat, but than I hit a red truck. The truck driver was a psychotic ape that like to dance on tree tops. He had a pet dog named Ralph. He like to ride on Ralphs back, but unfortunately Ralph died in the accident.
i like to drive anywhere. driving is a gateway to anywhere that pleases you or may surprise you. It is a pleasure that most people take for granted and other’s abuse. Driving is addicting and should be free.
Light was fading over the neightborhood. I drive, lost in radio and roadsigns I don’t understand.
This way, that- which way now?
I’m lost. Driving myself to nowhere.
If the planet were smaller, maybe it would be just a little more fun to rock down the pavement looking for something new. As it stands right now, there’s too much space in between the really exciting things. I found grass and more grass, and that’s about all there’s been.
Driving home from the store I noticed a small itch on my leg. Thinking nothing of it I continued home and unpack the car. Walking with hands full of groceries I looked down to find that a giant leech was dangling from this itchy spot.
people cant drive in south florida because everyones an asshole. gas prices suck! way too high, we need change!
i like to drive. driving’s my favorite. hah.
I have this inner drive to do more, to be more. I feel like I MUST make my photography dreams come true. I need to keep moving forward, blinders on my eyes to distractions. Zoom in on the ultimate dream.
One day I took a drive to the city and we thought we were going to one area but we didn’t we took a walk instead to go into the sky but then the movie theatre stopped and made us turn around and look at the books that the guy on the stage was reading but then we talked to the squirrel and i think i spelled that wrong… Holy run on sentence buttercup we can see the real you.
the drive. the effort. the sense of fulfillment that comes when one completes the task assigned. all were part of his life. all were him, and all made him. it was his state of mind, his philosophy of life and his lifeline that he clung to when all else around him crumbled. he believed that as long as he had the drive to perform he would be the one that he hoped to.
To drive somewhere where there is love…someone to care for me and about me…just drive…drive away from the torture and hatred. To face a new beginning.
in my car to the nearest mcdonalds. order some hear attack.
We drove thru the dawning of grey light. It came thru the car windows and made me wake up when I didn’t want to. But we were slo excited to be going to the beach that we didn’t mind that we got no sleep. We kids watched out the windows for when the seagulls would appear. We waited to smell the first sea air.
Just drive to drive these thoughts from your mind. There’s no need to be angry anymore! It’s over and done with and you know that you made the right decision and that the right person ended up with what you could have had. Drive it out. You can, and you will if you can drive it forcefully enough. Grab the keys, take the car, and drive. You never need to stop if you don’t want to.
to destination fast
I’ll drive down the coast of the Atlantic only to find a hot spot to spend the rest of a restful summer. I can’t wait for a breath of fresh air, the wind flowing through the each strand
i am a good driver, i like to take road trips with my friends, however they are not good drivers lol. it is a relaxing way to just go with the flow and think. there is nothing to worry about and you have all the time in the world or so it seems. wanna take a drive? let’s go!
Peaceful. It’s a chance for e to just be myself. i can sing, I can cry, I can scream. I love it. I feel the speed, I see the world pass by me. It’s like I control time and everything. I know the outcome, I know what happens when I place my foot somewhere. I’m in control.
Driving is what people do when they want to get somewhere. I like to drive. My parents drive everywhere. They are lazy and they never walk. I dont like that they dont drive me where I want to go but they drive whereever they want to go. It gets on my nerves alot of the time.
I could drive. As fast as i can and pretend I’m flying because there’s no other way. I could leave everything behind. Forget everything. And become something new.
drive is some bad ass sit now,
love to drive like a dogone dog
hangin slobber down the asphalt
the nigh wispering some wicked old shit
in my dogone ears. my eyeballs are glued to the next turn, liquor blistered but alive.
driving the mustang, sex in the mustang, driving me crazy, gwen stefain, holla back, the mustang speeding across the road hitting an old woman walking a cat on a leash.
Drive. Drive has driving, being in control, deciding where to go and when. Drive has road trip written all over it. Life trip all over it. There is driving one crazy .as my mother might door yours perhaps.
I drove past my house, it as clear day, many people on the streets. Typical sunny, empty day.
I wish I could drive for hours and not stop, not have to worry about my mom in the passenger seat, hitting an imaginary brake, my dad yelling that I’ve almost killed us with my recklessness. Maybe go on forever–legally–without my friends laughing because they think my personality indicates my driving style.
once upon a drive, i was in my pram looking up at the stars beyond the horizon of my mothers apron. the stars were of many beautiful colurs and tastes. the horizon movered around and drove into the head of the baby in the pram next door. the baby squealed in delight as the horizon dreamt of milk and fluid of life as the evening moved softly and quietly over the openess of a fresh evening’s door. The day raced through the drive of its life and ended tired … but feeling complete
I like it when it rains on new paved road.
I like the sound of the wheels against the streets, it’s soft and clear but it blocks everything out. It sounds like peace, it sounds like freedom. It sounds a lot like I don’t have to feel pain, it sounds a lot like I don’t have to think forever.
hi i thought to drive a car but a bicycle was much more drivable! Drove a boat once. It was hard and driving me mad! Have you ever driven something besides a PC? No. I thought so. Bye! See you soon at the drive dont in! And type drive.