I have this funny idea that cars have to be mated with certain times of the day and landscape. My 1966 Dodge Coronet is a big blue bomb. She is not fast and does not handle. Sunday I took the car to Rochester and back on the thruway at 65 mph. That speed was too much for the old girl, the wind noise was unbearable, 70 mph felt unsafe, and I felt like I was holding up traffic. On top of these factors the car started overheating so I had to pull off on the side of the thruway and let it cool. I found it to be a stressful ride.
The car can be driven around town or on a slower thruway but tonight I truly found it's happy place. The crisp evening air keeps the motor cool. Rural areas provide the perfect speed limits coupled with empty open roads. That being said, another car might be better enjoyed running through a complex canyon road or doing huge thruway blasts state to state. The point is, I've been driving this car for over 4 years and I just found now where it's most content. The only way one can find the perfect cruise is by driving their cars, meaningless drives provide relaxation and a good man-to-metal bonding experience. Tonight I was on my own, I didn't have to meet anybody, I didn't have to keep up with other cars, I just picked up my keys and left. Try it sometime.

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