It’s coming close to that time once again to enjoy the open roads of this great land… Roll down the windows, open up that sunroof, or perhaps (if so inclined and outfitted) drop the top!

Yes, I’m talking about pleasures of driving in the mild air and sunshine that this new season (spring) is about to usher in.

Ah yes, I can see it now…a long winding road, a canopy of budding trees overhead with beaming sunshine rising over the eastern horizon, everywhere is aglow with life, rebirth, set to my music; the stir of my car’s eager and willing engine, a sweet purr, the dance of my tire’s samba-like movements over the undulating smooth road, and the swift but controlled speed by which all this is translated to me- the driver, in control - make the experience an organic blend of the collective romanticized senses.

There is the temptation to lose oneself in the midst of all of this excitement. Control is the key.

Reality bites into the conscious state and I find myself slowing down, easing off the accelerator (of course, all the while adhering to the speed limits and traffic laws – that goes without saying). I am now at a stop sign. Civilization beckons my return to the now, the pedestrian life if you will. But there will be a return to the open roads for me, as that kind of freedom is the definition of allure.