Just thought I'd share my experience today.
This holiday season brought with it a reprieve from my hardest semester of University yet, and hopefully the most demanding I ever have to face. The girlfriend came back from my school with me to do xmas with my family. I managed to get a break from work until the start of next week as well, so my responsibilities at the moment are pretty low. I had to do a fair bit of driving today, somewhere in and around the 200km mark, 90% of it on the highway. The reason being that I was dropping off the gf at a friends house for the day (Finally, I get some time to myself!). On my journey back from the blue yonder, I ran across a section of the highway with light traffic that was moving at a really nice pace. Out of habit, I am one of those guys who always has to do 10km/h faster than the traffic around me, regardless of the actual pace. Call me an ass, but I just find it more enjoyable. Today, this habit had me doing around 145-160km/h on a six lane freeway for the duration of about half an hour.
Nearly everything is broken in my car these days... Usually I spend my drives stressing about "fix this and epoxy that". I guess today I managed to let all of that go because even my CD player, with its fried screen, bad connections and dead LED lights managed the impetus to improve my drive with a flawless rendition of Stoneface & Terminal's remix of John O'Callaghan's "Out of Nowhere". (A really bangin' track if you take my recommendation)
I had forgotten what this was like.....
I guess maybe everything came together for me at the right time. I guess there's something about that speed. I could have cried were I not grinning like an idiot the whole time. As the lines were burning past and the traffic entered my rear view mirrors in slow motion, with some great music churning out of the speakers I remembered why I love this car.
It makes me feel free.