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my new found high

i got my four wheeler license around 3 years back. But i wonder why i kept myself away from the wheel till around 2 months back. I had this road-fright. i always thought that every vehicle on the road was for the sole purpose of me colliding into it. having this cartoonist imagination, i always thought i would go flying out of the window when i hit the brake. so i would avoid using them. The car would inevitably stop when the speed dropped below 20. I hated to change gears. I thought the car would slide out of control if i pressed the clutch. and such were the hurdles that kept me away from the car all these days.

well it began some time after my gate paper. i had nothing much to do at home, so i d call the driver in the afternoons, to practice driving. n then aft many many days, i can now claim that i can finally communicate with my car.

its my new found high-- driving. u sit on the wheel, buckle up, breathe in, jus as u turn on the ignition, and then gear, n vroooommm... u can feel it.. the speed, the joy, the high... n then you are having this wordless conversation. you and your ride. everything else just falls out of sight.

You have miles to go, and she s having jus as much fun as you. thats when it gets best... Your ride becomes a she, she swerves, she rolls, she runs, she laughs!

i usually dont carry music in the car, i love listening to the radio as i drive. and sing along!!

sometimes you have the perfect music, the perfect road...(the perfect evening,the perfect person...!?!?!??) and its pleasure redefined.

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shreyas said…
u drive good.. ur not a pro bt soon will be..n m waiting for tht..
May 19, 2010 at 2:10 PM
nishi said…
hehehe sure sure... then there will be more miles per hour.. :) n may be ice cream n more...
May 19, 2010 at 8:11 PM
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