The hum of the tires on the asphalt. I remember it well. Driving for hours on the prairies. In full sun, dark and rain. On the road for hours. 10, 12, 16. Living in Canada if you wanted to go somewhere or see somebody you had to take those trips.

Then we moved to B.C. and I discovered the joy of real driving. Around the bend, up, down, around, and I liked it. I’ve never raced cars, but I think I would have liked it.

I now live in a country where on most of the roads they have speed bumps.

Fuck speed bumps. There is one stretch of road where there are no towns , or crossings necessitating speed bumps. I fly down that piece of highway with wild abandon. It’s my happy place.

I know a couple who have named the speed bumps. For God’s sake don’t legitimize them like that!! Curse them!!!