You ever get thrown for a loop? News you didn't expect, or want, a call/text from someone you haven't heard from in ages. An email ( Read more... )

My good old '88 Mazda 323 aka red chariot aka big red was sold to another child to have adventures in. Not only was it a part of my university life, but my life as well. I learned to drive in this car, I took it to uni, I took it in pledging, parties, home, visiting, and around for night drives. Most importantly, it was my grandma's car later given ( Read more... )

Today, my mom had me clean out the Mazda. They're trying to sell it, and have been. No idea why when I came home they decided to clean it, but I did it.

Red Mazda chariot Kim called it in the scrapbook she made for me. Cleaning the car seems so simple, but I stumbled on a few things. An old Mary figure. Reminders of Grandma. The car was initially my ( Read more... )

There's something calming about driving by yourself ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I just take off driving mindlessly.
Not the smartest idea with gas, but I just need to not be stuck, I guess.

A left, straight a few lights, a right, a left, a right, a left.

Never really realize where I'm going till I'm there, and it's always back to the same place.

For the most part, I love it. In college, driving was my way of escaping the problems and difficulties of college. I enjoyed driving late at night, on the road, the stars out there much brighter than here, and the window open. It was nice, unlike things going on.

I began taking these late night drives, sometimes alone, when most distraught or upset ( Read more... )