//
you're reading...
Uncategorized

Late Night Driving

The humble droning of the 4 cylinder engine, the whining of the gearbox. The street lights way up above flash by at a reasonable and inherently steady pace. The music on the radio is some kind of drum and bass shuffle. The four-four beat of the modern music is neutral in nature, it seems to suit the environment of the grey road and the uniformity of the driving experience. Down the main road at 80. Drunken people on their Friday night stumble along the side of the road, police sirens flash. Cars for sale on the green patch of grass up ahead, maybe there’ll still be that Peugeot 205 Gti that I’ve been looking at admiringly. It is there, looking squat and cool. I wish it could be mine. But I’m busy, this is drive time!

I love driving. Anywhere, doesn’t matter. Just for the sake of it. The relaxation involved, the predictable nature of it all. I drove around for 3 and a half hours tonight, for no reason whatsoever. The weather was lovely, I lit up some cigarettes and just DROVE! Along the beach, then into the city. The contrast from tranquil beach scenes to hectic neon-lit city life is fascinating. After the city, I went up into the mountain roads. Very little lights and safety involved on those roads, but they’re incredibly fun roads to drive on. They twist and mingle their way up, through and over the hills. Wannabe rally/drift racers get in your way on these types of roads. They have brilliant cars, very cool and powerful, but they don’t know how to drive as well as I do. Me in a small Suzuki Swift tortured those guys through the hills, even though they had Skyline’s, 370Z’s and other muscular cars like that. I know where to place the car through the corners, when to let off the gas and when to dab the throttle mid-corner to get the back end of the car to ‘skip’ around the corner so that you don’t have to put in anywhere near as much steering input. Those guy’s cars sounded amazing, their turbos where spitting and fluttering behind me – but bless their little souls, they couldn’t keep up with this angry young man in a Suzuki Swift! Good times. I met up with a few of those guys at a scenic viewpoint carpark at the top of the hill. They were cool guys. And perhaps I taught them a bit about car control and how to get the absolute most out of any car, especially cars that they wouldn’t consider cool or ‘sweet’. Driving is fun for most people, I’d assume – but it’s at least 10 times more fun if you can drive well. I’d be happy to give you some lessons, folks. 😉

If anyone else is like this, please let me know.

Advertisements

Discussion

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

Wordpress articles blogsphere

Current and relevant articles on almost every topics

The Art of Blogging

For bloggers who aspire to inspire

Smart Watch

Умные часы с поддержкой сим-карты

Organifi Green Juice Review

Information and Resources

Arbie Krae

don't pet the fanganhoardens

renegade7x

Natalia's space

Burning The Fedora

Essays written for radical left shit posters by one shit poster in particular

Inmate Blogger

A Collection of Blogs Written By Men & Women In Prison

%d bloggers like this: