Friday, June 06, 2008

I don't care what John Gormley thinks

I love driving. Not always, true, but there are times when I just love the feeling of being in the car, cruising along, listening to the radio. I was driving out of Dublin this evening just late enough so that the traffic was nearly gone.

Popped in a CD that I found in the glove compartment. Hadn't listened to it in a while and I wasn't sure what would be on it. It was one I made myself and it just says "random" on it. First song up - Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin. {That's another thing about driving: for me the songs have to be utterly familiar. Anything unfamiliar requires too much concentration.}

Light traffic all the way and hardly a red light. Perfect.