I love driving for the sake of driving. I sort of get into this zone when I'm on the open road to where that 4,5,6 hours can fly by and it feels like time races, like I've only been driving for a few minutes. It sounds wierd, but nothing beats the feeling of driving long distances, you know once you've driven for a few hours and your car is sort of "broken in" so that when you step outside it feels dry and cold but when you sit back down inside the car it's warm and has that highway smell.
A few weeks ago, I drove from here in Durango, over to Cortez, down to the 4 corners and Shiprock, and back up through Farmington, a distance of probably about 150 miles, just for shits and giggles. It was fun. You feel charged with energy all the way, once you step out of the car and back home you crash and relax the rest of the day.
And all at once the crowd begins to sing: Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same