Wind in my hair. Driving down the highway, windows open, radio blaring. That's pretty much my idea of heaven (well, no. heaven would be driving next to the ocean, but since there aren't any oceans around here, I'll take what I can get.)
I live out in the sticks (kind of), with no public transportation, so driving represents a certain amount of freedom-- moreso when I was 16, granted, but I still love to go out driving just for the hell of it (well, I do in theory. Gas prices mean I don't do this as often as I used to.)
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"...for though she was ordinary, she possessed health, wit, courage, charm, and cheerfulness. But because she was not beautiful, no one ever seemed to notice these other qualities, which is so often the way of the world."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
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