Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Drive

I love driving. Driving in a certain comfortable and good condition gives me pleasure. Joy. It gives me a certain feel of freedom and superiority. Superiority over time and distance. Sometimes it feels like flying. With the wind in my ace and hair. With the sound of radio friendly tunes coming off from the stereo. Alone in control in the driver's seat. Right hand on the steering and the left on the gear shift. With the Rayban on the face. Singing and sometimes lip-synching to the songs blasted from the radio. I'm in control. I'm free for the moment. A comfortable and good condition means that the car is in well condition. The road is not conjested. Traffic is moving smoothly. The wheather is good ( I don't like driving in the rain). Most important is that i'm not in a hurry or late to somewhere or for something.

I hate bad roads. Potholes, uneven tar, poor signages and lines, bad roadlights or worse no roadlights or light reflectors. I hate disfunctional trafic lights. I hate bad drivers. Those that drives with their butss on their heads and brains (if they got any) on their buns. Drivers with no sense of safety or politeness to fellow roadmembers. Who wants to show off or prove something on the roads and at the same time endagering others. The only thing they proved is their stupidity and the lack of brain power. They are dangerous and reckless. I hate bikers that have their bike's tail light off. Either the light bulb blows or they deliberately turn it off. It's hard to see them in the night, especially when the the highway is poorly lit. And they worn dark clothings and no light reflector stickers on their helmets.

I do not understand their negligence for their safety. A speeding truck, lorry or bus or even a car could easily hit them. Their life is like a timebomb. More like a booby trap or a landmine waiting for someone to step on. Or seamines waiting for a ship or a vessel to hit it. And when it did, BOOM!! A tragedy. They and the hitters becomes just another statistic numbers and digits.

I do not want o add to the figures and statistics. I don't want to be eaten by steel collisions. I just wanna fly safely in my car, humming my favorite songs and arrive at my selected destinations.

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