I spend a lot of time in my car… and I mean A LOT of time. Like way more than the average person does.
In fact, I don’t think I have ever been on public transit, I stopped taking the school bus as soon as I could swing it, and I don’t even know the name of any local cab companies.
But, I do know the price of every gas station around me, what sounds I should be concerned with when my car starts making them, and just how far I can get on $20 and an almost flat tire.
On the average day I clock about 2-3 hours in my car. Not at the same time. And normally it’s because I drive to the same 3 places every single day. I could literally do all my daily driving by muscle memory and unless I stop to think about it, I don’t actually realize that my drivers seat is probably the most consistent thing about every week.
Lets just say, I have a very very good relationship with my radio and when it fails me, my aux cord is always plugged in and ready for duty. Because anyone could tell you, that car drives are boring, specifically when you are doing them by yourself.
Most of the time I can convince my mom or my friends to talk to me on the phone. I always have 15 minutes or 30 minutes or even 45 minutes of hands-free time to catch up at various points throughout my day.
But, there are those few drives when my speaker is silent and I depend independently on my famous favourites to fill my car with unforgettable lyrics and emotions.
There are days when I listen to sappy, sad love songs and sing at the top of my lungs with tears trickling down my cheeks.
And then, there are days like today, when I listen to every single up-beat country pop song that I can find… and in the safety of my car I become both a world-class singer and dancer all at the same time.
My go-to (and my all time favourite) is Shania Twain. However, to name a few, I settle happily for Taylor Swift, Blackjack Billy, Carrie Underwood, and the randoms from my childhood that don’t fit into my very cliche country playlists.
In fact, I settle for anything with a catchy tune that I can blare loud enough through my speakers while singing every word. And I do it without shame or question.
The car is probably one of my favourite places.
I love being able to get from point A to point B.
The car is where I do some of my best thinking and my best crying and definitely my best singing.
I love the freedom and the independence.
And I don’t, for one minute, hate the time that I spend in my vehicle.
But my all time favourite thing about road trips, whether they are 5 minutes or 5 hours, is when the music that is coming through my speakers takes over my body and my thoughts and without controlling it, I dance so carefree that the people at the stop lights beside me stop and stare.