You must have already guessed it if you have been somewhat regular
in checking out my blog. If not, and even if you do, let me clarify this – my daily
commute to the office gets me around 15 minutes on a non-stop flyover that
allows me to really press on the accelerator. While I did share this earlier, I
never knew that even this experience would change. Lately, this is not just
about having wind in my hair. It is not just about breaking my own speed
barriers. This is truly liberating. For this short duration, I feel like a
rockstar.
Images of those people in music videos and movies, driving their BMWs and Audis at unbelievable speeds with the convertible turned downward,s have now started resurfacing in my mind. This short but regular bout of speed helps me feel somewhat, very marginally and surprisingly, like those blessed souls. Yeah, as soon as in climb down and meet the regular traffic snarls, the dreamy sequence is broken, but still, I have that stupid smile on my face! Also, using two cars on the same route means that with each automobile, the experience is slightly different. There are days when we turn up the music really high, while on some days I merely like to hear the wind cutting through my hair, through the window, against the windscreen, often fighting away the new and old upholstery. Again, this seems like a part of the small transformation that has me feeling happier with the smaller things in life!
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Images of those people in music videos and movies, driving their BMWs and Audis at unbelievable speeds with the convertible turned downward,s have now started resurfacing in my mind. This short but regular bout of speed helps me feel somewhat, very marginally and surprisingly, like those blessed souls. Yeah, as soon as in climb down and meet the regular traffic snarls, the dreamy sequence is broken, but still, I have that stupid smile on my face! Also, using two cars on the same route means that with each automobile, the experience is slightly different. There are days when we turn up the music really high, while on some days I merely like to hear the wind cutting through my hair, through the window, against the windscreen, often fighting away the new and old upholstery. Again, this seems like a part of the small transformation that has me feeling happier with the smaller things in life!
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