I know every inch of this road.
I know when to accelerate over the hill where the vineyard starts to get that roller coaster high. Rubber leaving asphalt, airborne if only for a breath. My stomach rising to my throat, laughing.
I know which curves I can take at full speed, gearing down without hitting the brakes. Punching the gas to whip out of the drift, a spray of gravel rooster-tailing from my rear tires, then taking the straightaway with my foot to the floor. The whine of the engine, purring like a lover, tells me when to shift.
Thin spiral notebook 
Woman after my own heart. This reminds me of the road leading to my hometown. It’s long, windy, and gently hilly. I still know it like the back of my hand.
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I miss my ’67 Mustang and curvy Tennessee backroads. I like my SUV, but it’s just not the same.
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I love it – the photo, the verbal imagery. Now I want to take out my car on a mountain road. Except I drove a Corolla with 215,000 miles so I don’t think it would be quite the same…
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You just perfectly encapsulated what it feels like when you hit that country road, this was awesome
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Shit. You drive like I do.
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I love everything about the post. Picture, words, emotion, all of it.
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this reminds me of the roads near where I grew up and those rides in the car when I was younger and feeling like nothing bad can happen, when you ditched the seat belts and let the steering wheel guide you.
it was sensual, it was reminiscent, it was exhilarating
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Perfect piece – picture and writing. Loved it. Also love driving – that might account for my connection to your photo. 🙂
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Very sensual actually…
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I can see the gravel “rooster-tailing.” Great image! Makes me want to go for a drive :).
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Ahhhh, that last line, “purring like a lover” is so rich and strong. Love the picture.
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