I love driving. This is probably a good thing, since I have to drive all the time. I drive 30 minutes to work, 30 minutes back, I drive to go pick up my kid brother, I drive to friends' places.
Arguably the best thing about driving is the music.
I don't really know what it is about blaring music inside my small little Volkswagen that makes me feel so good. Nobody can see me, or hear me, I am sure. Not when my music is loud enough. I am that crazy girl who dances at intersections, and long stretches of road. I am the one who is listening to 99 Red Balloons on repeat on a nice day.
Now, I have not given in and gotten one of those new-fangled devices where I can listen to my iPod on my car stereo. (Although, I did have one once, I got it for my birthday, but was unfortunately stolen from my car along with a beloved pair of sunglasses while I was at the beach with my Nana.) I still kick it old-school with CDs. I have some CDs I have purchased, others that are complete albums, and many, many mixes of my own making. These are by far my favourite. I love how in 21 songs I can perfectly capture a mood, or a day, or a trip. I have several CDs that when I hear 2 songs played from it, I am transformed back to grade 12. I can play a CD and be reminded of exactly how I was years ago.
Even though these CDs are taking over my car. (They are EVERYWHERE, on the floor, under the seats, in the glove compartment, in the little pockets behind and beside the seats. EVERYWHERE.) I don't think I am ever going to get one of those fancy-schmancy iPod player things. They take all the fun out of driving. I like having to try 4 different CDs before finding the one I was looking for. You have so much more fun that way.
Anyway, as I was saying. I love driving. And the best thing about driving is the CDs.
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