Went for a ride with my mom and dad today. The wind in my ears, smells speeding by and endless possibilities spread out on an open road. These are the siren calls that every rebel just like me hears whispered in his ears. And when I hear those luring words carried softly in the wind I must answer and I must ride. Ride lone ranger. Ride.
My mom and I share the front seat and she opens the window for me so I can stick my head out if I want, which I do. I like it when my dad drives because it's much more comfortable for me to share the seat with my mom. There's always room for the both of us. When mom drives dad doesn't leave me any room in the seat and I have to sit in his lap which is fine but I prefer my own space. I try not to complain, but really it just cramps my style.
In this particular occasion we were on our way to pick up my grandma Lourdes at that place where she goes when she doesn't stay at home with me. I don't know what the big deal is since I can never find any interesting smells there that would make her want to go and they don't even have any nice grassy areas. People are so strange.
Flash's Tip of the Day:
Never be afraid to follow the road to your destiny. And in conclusion I will end with a quote from one of my favorite little ditties: "Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long. If you're going my wayI wanna drive it all night long."