(MY MAZDA SOUTHERN DRIVING EXPERIENCE)
I Sometimes I get this strange inclination to go for a drive. When I first got my permit, I would crash into the early hours of the morning with not a single goal to be seen only for the excite of it. After some time, driving got to resemble a companion I could swing to when help is desperately needed; it turned into my reasoning spot, where I could wrench the music and consider the responses to life most squeezing inquiries.
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