On Thanksgiving, after the meal was eaten and we were all stuffed to the brim, our family played a game consisting of questions to start conversations. One of the questions asked was “If there were no consequences, what one vice would you indulge in?”
It didn’t take me long to know that my answer would be driving fast.
I love driving. Stephen loves driving. And we love fast cars. And muscle cars.
One of our dreams in our retirement years (or before) is to own an old corvette and an old mustang.
When I was younger, I should have known I would marry a car guy. In my dating days, I dated three guys with mustangs, the last being my husband. Stephen had the prettiest yellow mustang when we met and it was a sad, sad day when he sold it. But 1) it was a pretty yellow ice skate in the snow and 2) not practical for him any longer. However, in the time he had it we had so much fun just being in it. I learned how to drive a stick in that car and it took on many adventures, including an eight-hour car ride (our first long car trip together) to Buffalo, Wyoming for a family reunion.
We really miss that car. Revving the engine on the SUV just doesn’t have the same heart-pumping, adrenaline rush effect…
For Stephen’s 30th birthday, I rented him a corvette for the day and it was the best driving experience we ever had. We picked it up in Denver and took turns driving it all the way back to Greeley, finding the most winding, less-traveled roads possible. It was the most fun I’ve had driving a car, feeling the rush as I put the hammer down and screamed around corners. The only drawback was my fear of getting a ticket and possibly going to jail.
It would have been totally worth it.
One of the other questions asked in our game was “what would your perfect day look like?” My answer to that was to lay on a beach somewhere with no obligations whatsoever. Then again, as I was driving around Christmas shopping, I realized my perfect day could also consist of just driving.
For two years I drove to Denver for work (while living in Greeley) and fighting the traffic was irritating and snow days were excruciating because the drive time doubled. Yet most days, especially at the end of the day, I really appreciated the drive because I got time to decompress from the day. By the time I got home, I felt ready to engage in my personal life because work life was out of my head.
Driving also saved me a few meltdowns with newborn Ella, who thankfully loves car rides. Many times, we would just get in the car and go. I love living in northern Colorado for many reasons, one of which happens to be all the county roads and the ease of just driving where the road takes you. And on those days when nothing else worked, that’s what we did. I grabbed fries from McDonald’s, put on my favorite music and we just went. It was therapeutic for the both of us.
It might seem pretty ridiculous to say that driving fast would be the one vice I’d choose to indulge in and that my perfect day would consist of driving. To be honest I can’t fully explain it. It helps me think and clear my head when life becomes crazy. I think it’s the closest I’ll ever get to meditation.
I just know that being able to be in the car, with my music on and going where I please is one of my favorite things.
Well, as long as I can drive fast.