I’m really conservative.
Not a risk-taker. I follow the
rules and I never take dares. I am
careful.
I’m a quiet person. Mild-mannered. And I try to be
nice and do good.
So why is it that, when I’m driving, and a really good song
comes on, I want to turn it up LOUD and… BURN RUBBER?
Sometimes I’ve done it.
In the back of my mind, I consider concealed cop cars, and
I-would-never-let-my-teenager-do-this.
But that call to Go Fast and Play Loud is as strong as a glass of ice
water after a 20-mile bike ride on a hot day.
It feels as good as shaking my hair out of a tight ponytail before I go
to bed. It’s the same as 5:00 pm, when
I’m making dinner and the rice boils over and the kids need help with math, and
my husband comes in and says something that makes me laugh; and when I laugh,
all the tension flows out of my body, and little tingles flow in.
That’s how driving fast feels. I LOVE it.
So when I’m there, in the driver’s seat, in the music, in the speed, can
I just say? …
This is the right place.
Drive on. *
*Brigham Young, a Mormon prophet, said these words in 1847,
when he, along with the pioneers he led, arrived in the Salt Lake valley
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