Sometimes I just enjoy going for a drive somewhere. It's getting more expensive to do this of course now that gas prices are so high, but I do it anyway. Luckily for me my new Toyota gets better gas mileage than the Grand Prix. So in honor of National Poetry Month, I penned this:

Small vibrations running through my fingers
Through my hands.
Down my arms.

Small vibrations in my seat.
Up my spine.
Up my neck.

The grip of the seat.
The grip on the wheel.
The grip of the road.
The tires that squeal.

When all is wrong with the world
The hum of the road is enough
Destination unknown
But does it matter?
So long as you feel it.

Talking about vibrations, humming, and cars brings this article back to mind. I read it more than a year ago, but still think it's pretty good. It's a very informative article on the differences between front wheel drive and rear wheel drive... and how front wheel drive is like bad sex and rear wheel drive is like good sex. Of course even bad sex is better than no sex at all. I can say that - I'm a guy.