There's nothing like a Sweet Sixteen - the moment you get the chance and ability to man a vehicle across asphalt dreams. The freedom associated with driving is exhilarating. Exhilarating because before your maiden voyage - all high speed transit was like a train: predestined tracks with no real hope of deviation. A lack of control at its heights. Sixteen is the turning point. The age when change's ball really starts to roll. Although still "limited" by roads and highways, paint markings and signage seem like mere suggestions. I am driving on this road because I want to not because I was told to..
And then somewhere along the lines of life, driving becomes a chore like everything else. And you end up tossing a coin with your significant other on the decision of who drives. And your choices of places to go becomes limited by your tendency to be lazy at the idea of a commute.
But every once in a while you catch yourself cruising down the highway and maybe a song comes on you really like or traffic is light and you're isolated on a smooth road and a little bit of that magic at having the ability to drive seeps through the tires and the wheel and the seat and suddenly you're at your Sweet Sixteen and freedom feels like an engine manifold and rubber and spark plugs again. And freedom feels easy and measured in miles per hour.