  I just got through reading my friend urlLink ANDY"S blog and it inspired me to come and do the same. My friend has hit upon a nerve in my conscience. You must read. Andy that's some deep shit my brotha. Not many people have felt inclined to share the secret drive time story. To some people this is a sacred and lonesome ritual.
I have this very same train of activity. I go about driving my run-down 93 urlLink Oldsmobile Achivea to the depths of the gas gauge. When I'm driving my car around this fair city, I find myself at peace. A rare occasion because usually I am ridden with compulsive worrying in my tender age of 21.
This is the only time I feel like me. It may sound weird to some, but to those who have been enraptured by the beauties of usually occupied roads, but at this hour empty ,desolate, barren streets, the road is a safe haven for the broken hearted , the lonely, and yes the righteous. The fuselage of your automobile becomes everything to you. Your mother ,father , lover, and your mistress. All you have in the world is the two cd's you brought on your journey into the unknown. The street lights leave lasting impressions on your eyes, the stray dog you slow down to avoid, the way your usually shitty car stereo sounds in the empty night air.
All of these senses and emotions make for one ride you could not explain in a million years. Its better than any roller coaster you have ever been on. Time has lost all meaning in this ride into oblivion, a mere two, three hours have gone past you and you feel as if you just left home. The place where nothing makes since. The place you cringe to return to, you want to stay out , you want to stay were things make sense. Green means go and red means stop...................simple. The night air moving past your face with suave and grace.
You think to your self if gas and money were had meaning at all, I would drive forever never to return. But as the saying goes..."all good things must come to an end", either the movie ended, the song is over , or your out of gas there is always a time to return home. Not just from your drive to know where, but in everything, love, books, driving, walking ................life. There's always time to go home. 
