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Night Driving. June 13, 2006

Posted by The Truth in Im Allgemeinen.

So here i am sitting down typing in a blog entry after a satisfying (well, it could be longer) night drive.

I wanted to meet kelvin for supper, but the maggot wanted to sleep early. Bollocks to you then…so i decided to slip out for a drive anyway. What the heck…i'm sure by now most of you will probably have a pretty solid idea of how i just love late night driving. Close to no traffic (so you're king of the road,) love ballads, and the freedom to go wherever you want to fucking be. I mean, come on. In the day you're thinking about avoiding traffic jams, and wondering if ogling at the pretty girl in the car to your left is going to get you killed (either by a road-rage incident, crashing into the car in front of you, but it could also be a bolt of lightning.) You're worried about how much parking is going to set you back, and if the kind lady in grey would give you some grace.

You don't get that at 1 a.m. in the morning.

Instead, you could be boggling about something at a traffic junction and miss several traffic light cycles without even getting horned at (or a fist in the face, for that matter.) And it's also a good time to get away from the mundane concerns of everyday life and take off – just you, the road, and your car. It's simple. Stop, 1st gear, half-clutch, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th. Don't forget to brake at the right points. Indeed, when there's nothing but a broad 4-lane road ahead of you with close to no cars, things just become a little bit better. One feels like there's finally room to breathe. You probably wouldn't be so surprised (and you'd probably stay alive) if a horde of fishes swam past your windscreen singing 'lalalala' at night, for isn't the night the time for magic, the time for the Moon and the stars?

I've been reading Stardust by neil gaiman and i must say that after Sandman, this man is a fucking genius. I don't know how he manages to get so many ideas and stories – maybe he must be of the Dreaming, after all – a wondrous place with mile-long libraries, ravens and a tall, thin man who has eyes the black of midnight. After all, you can only rebuild a place to the minutest detail by being physically there, yea? Perhaps it came to him in a dream. Recommended for all! (birthday girl, you should be getting a copy…haha.)

Also kudos to Class 95 for playing good music late night! What were you thinking…WKRZ?

I don't drive an Impreza WRX.

Good night.



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