I don’t have a car here at school, so last night I borrowed my sisters because I had to go somewhere that would a little difficult to get to on my bike. And I forgot how much I missed it. I forgot how liberating driving by yourself down the freeway is. I forgot how I loved that time to myself with my thoughts. I forgot how I loved blasting music and singing at the top of my lungs and not caring that I probably sounded like a dying cow I was so off key. With the music blasting, vocal cord pumping, my foot ever so slightly kept pushing down on the gas. I was in the zone with the dark road and unknown laid out before me, waiting for me.