i took these photos a while back... as a planned page for one of my 'scrapbooks'.
i don't know whether there are others *out there* who feel the way i do about driving? i am so very thankful my parents made me learn to drive the day i turned 17yrs....

in my car, i am king. Not in an arrogant, road rage kind of a way, but in a way that makes me feel SUPERB! i love the freedom that my car affords me. My driving licence is the passport that tells me, each and every morning "today, you can do whatever you want. You can go wherever you chose...." and in that breath, i feel totally free. i would give up so many things in my life, long before i gave up my right to drive.

The passenger seat carries my essentials: Shopping that i got. The handbag i take with me. The scarf i might need if i feel like one.... an old apple core... the foot well filled with half drunk bottles of water.

The car is mine and mine alone. i choose the time. i choose the pace. i choose the music. i choose the place.
In the RAIN, it is pure heaven. I adore the water lashing at the windscreen and the radio up half blast (hey, i'm no teenager with mega speaker systems...)

the world is my oyster.
my daugter always sleeps peacefully, strapped into the backseat.
I'm not a particularly 'good' driver and but, since my attendance at "speed school" i am a safer driver.

I wonder if
MrsB has this sense of control, freedom, adultness, peace, when she runs?
it's okay, i'll drive myself :)