Driving, Daydreaming and Dancing - It's How I Do

Sometimes I get creative with driving...

Driving is like flying- except it’s on the ground, there are rarely in-flight peanuts, and I’ve actually done it.  Driving that is; I’ve never flown a plane.  So I guess this is where that comparison ends.  Oh well.  Driving is great, at any rate. (<- unintentional spontaneous rhyme).  Not for the environment (sorry Mama Earth), but for transportation.  As a resident of rural suburbia, I have really never had access to public transportation until college, and as a result the only way to get anywhere was, and continues to be, by car.  (Unless you have a helicopter and are willing to take me? ...No?  Ok, moving on).  So for me driving = freedom.  I can go hang out with friends, pick up my sisters from school, drop my sisters off at rehearsal, pick up my sisters from rehearsal, etc.  Yes, the price of using the car may include chauffeuring duties, but I’m alright with that.  You know why?  Because the car is the best place for two things: daydreaming and singing/dancing.  Don’t worry, I’m not a hazard on the road as my mind wonders to the days when I’ll travel the world in a hot air balloon or be best friends with the world’s first talking monkey.*  Besides, driving in a state where only 5 other people live (and 4 of them are in my family), there’s not a lot of traffic to contend with.  Except perhaps in lake house or leaf peeping season- but that’s another story.  Besides being the perfect capsule for daydreaming, the car is the best place to sing and dance.  You think people can’t hear you (they can), and you can’t imagine that people will look in their rearview mirrors and see you (they will).  It’s the perfect place to just jam out, whether you’re by yourself or with friends.  I love rolling the windows down, blasting Avril Lavigne’s “What the Hell,” and dancing with my lil sis.  We always make sure to be considerate though, and turn down the volume when small children are nearby.  Half of the fun of going crazy in the car is just imagining the amusement that you provide to fellow drivers as they go to check their blind spot, notice your sporadic dancing, and decide on second thought, not to change into your lane. 

If you’re in the car with others and you’re not dancing (for some crazy reason), then it’s a great time to chat!  I love spending time in the car with my sisters talking about the fascinating class structure in Edwardian England (thanks Downton Abbey), if we look like bugs when we wear giant sunglasses, and how obnoxious my laugh can be in contained spaces (whoops).  This is why I like driving.  I like to use the time to think, to talk, to sing, to dance, and sometimes to practice various and sundry UK accents (yes, I enjoy doing accents.  No, I’m not particularly adept).  I would happily be a (paid) chauffer for anyone that needs to travel less than 40 minutes and enjoys in depth discussions about the different pacing of multicam vs singlecam sitcoms.  So call me up if you’re in the New England area.  Oh, and sometimes I yell at red lights.

*Note: these dreams were made up expressly for the purpose of this post and do not reflect actual car-dreams.  Although they’re pretty cool.  And they’re going to happen.