The Feeling

Just a little short script a member of ours posted. I need to learn how to do this again sometime.

You cruise with no reason at all, after work, after school, or when you've got nothing else to do. In the darkest of night, or the lightest of day. You have no direction, as you'll go where the road takes you. You have no perception of where you're going to end up, but no matter where that may be, it's where you're supposed to be.
It's just you and the beast. All windows down, and the sunroof open. The radio tuned to your favorite station, and just loud enough so that it's louder than the crickets outside. Everything is on cool mode. You can't be annoyed by others on the road, because they don't matter. You won't see them where you're going.
It doesn't matter what will happen, or who will be missing you when you're gone. Anyone calling will be ignored, even close friends and family. Just lay your phone down, and turn it to mute.
It's just you and the open road. The gentle breeze through the open window, and the sun glaring inside. Just look at the scenery. Listen. These are the sights and sounds of the world stopping, for you. It's better than any movie you've ever seen.
You're in a numb state of mind. You don't care about the world around you; all you care about is the connection between man and machine. It's peaceful. Sometimes, you'll end up at beaches; other times, at provincial parks. Sometimes, you'll have just driven in large circles around other counties, for no other reason than 'because'.
There’s something metaphorical about it, isn’t there? It’s midnight, the clouds are sparse, and the moon and stars light up the miles of black highway. Rev’s climb, wind rushes in through every chassis opening it can find. You’re flying. You’re flying now, and nothing can touch you.
But, no matter how fast you go, no matter how much your heart races with the speed, the stars never get any closer. They just keep lighting your path, leading you to nowhere. No closer to them or anything.
It’s just that feeling; you, your car, the open road, and a full tank. Nobody or nothing to worry about. All your troubles disappear because you’ve stolen these few minutes or hours from society. You’re in charge, and nobody is going to tell you what to do.
It’s liberating; the engine revving softly, the wind through the sunroof, and the sun beating down.
There’s a place that you often end up at, as if it’s calling your name, and you really don’t know why. It’s some sort of hidden place. It surrounds you, and brings you to your ultimate calm. If it’s dark, you can see lights in the distance, reminding you of the world you came from. It’s peaceful here.
This is freedom. Nobody can take these moments from you, and it is when you realize this, that you realize you truly are free here. You can come here to escape the madness of day-to-day life.
When you leave this place, you drive home as smoothly as possible, attempting to keep the peace within you. After all, it must last until you have the next chance to get away from it all; to drive.
Your car is waiting...