Driving The Gold Coast, Top Down in a Morgan, Pondering Life

Published by Mike on October 12, 2013

There’s something rather majestic about driving a car. Not driving for the sake of reaching a destination, but rather driving to enjoy the drive. It’s a liberating feeling, regardless of the vehicle. Every time I get behind the wheel of a car I hark back to that very first time I drove a car, I was 13, home alone and hopped in the family minivan and drove around the neighborhood. Terrified, but even in those 15 terrifying minutes the feeling was evident, I was free. That’s why I love driving, I get to relive the thrill of being 13, dumb, carefree and stupid all over again. Now a days the cars have changed, the location has too, but the feeling is all the same.