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Storm
Another Friday, another night drive. It was a stormy night with high winds and as I jumped in my car and drove around I saw the destruction the storm left.
I had second thoughts after looking at this if Ι should continue driving but I drove through the debris towards the sea. The view there was amazing.
Moral of the story is, the more dangerous the weather, the more exciting night drives are.
Until next time.
Night Drive
Night driving is a therapy. After a hard day, working, coming back to an empty house, you need something to take all the pressure off your chest. Some people drink, some smoke weed, some others watch a movie. I go to my garage, unlock my car and jump inside. Now this is where the ritual begins. And I say ritual because what follows, for me, is something holy. And this is holy because the following ritual helps me deal with my biggest fears..my loneliness, my anxiety, my everyday problems. As I write these very lines it helps me mostly with my loneliness. The machine is my companion. For me, every car, no matter how good or how expensive or how fancy it is has a soul. For you it may look merely as a bunch of metal parts bolted together. But for me, it’s something (or someone?) that pulls me forward. That roars and moans when I push it too hard, that screeches when it’s about to lose control, like a teenage girl, intoxicated by ‘Speed’ listening to Blank Banshee in a wild party. But it’s also calm and serene when I treat it gently. Soft and delicate. Comfy. It’s there hugging me all the time with its comfortable seats. It’s the best friend you’ve ever had and you share the same fate. When you drive at nights you depend on your companion. Its lights guide you around the bends and without it you would be a blind man. You are not alone. Inside these pieces of metal, there’s a fire going on. Explosions. Fluids getting pumped around. Just like a human. And this companion takes you to places of solitude or full of people. I choose solitude. Driving around twisty roads. It’s the difficulty, the work you have to do that helps me the most. It’s the thought of danger, the concentration you have to summon that helps me deal with my problems. It’s that single thought, having a crash, that makes every other thought go away. Forget about my other problems and other people I’m trying to forget. And at nights there’s nothing else to distract your attention. No blue sky. No sun. No other cars driving around. Just you, the road and your car.
One of the Saturday nights. Driving with my buddy across the southern end of Attica reaching all the way to Sounio. Taking some photos of the magnificent Temple of Poseidon and enjoying the tight corners, the seaside view and the full moon reflecting on the sea.