Long Drives

Street Racing

While sitting in the back of the car at night as we drive the distances needed to get from one place to another in Australia, I finally understood one of the things the racers have told me numerous times. That part of the thrill is that they like driving to different places, just going somewhere. I think that’s what I like too, the fact maybe we aren’t actually going that fast for a lot of it, we’re just going somewhere, getting out of the city, sitting in silence, watching the lights and city pass. There is a feeling that the stress do go away, and that something is lifted. To be honest, going fast is okay, I don’t enjoy it much anymore. The circumstances of my life has changed, I feel the fear a lot more, but I still like to ride, I like being the cocoon reminds me of the road trips of my childhood and the teens, and there is something really familiar about it. Odd to think I find comfort in something so dangerous, that the world so different from the one I knew before has parallells. I wish I could find an editor who is near me and we can work on what I have, I really want to see it all cut together, I know there is something there, even if there is still a lot and a lot more to go, well… like all things, I hope it happens one day.