Those six hours!

What would happen when a shiny red car is handed to a person with NIL road sense!! No points for answering that. I know all you people have good imagination skills.
I am a person who cannot get to the other side of the road without a plan. I have to invest considerable amount of time and effort to plan and execute the road crossing activity. Things have changed off late after I had a few minor accidents with my bicycle. Now I am comfortable on the road and my brain does work in a relatively higher speed as compared to complete halt previously. Very recently I checked one of the items from “to be possessed items” list. It was a red car with stunning looks and great speed. I have been dreaming of driving a red beauty at high speed on a scenic driveway. I had my rough days with my red beauty. She took a little time to listen and follow my commands. After few interactions with her over a week of time I finally took her on an interstate at 75mph. I am sure she was as scared as I was. As I entered the Roosevelt Park, I reduced the speed and did hit curvy roads. Both sides of the road had spectacular views and some animals as well. We did stop at some places to capture the bison, wild horse, deer and prairie dog in our camera. We also shot some photos of the peculiar rock formations. We also saw a small house built by Roosevelt, former president of USA. With all these, there was one moment where I almost chipped off my red beauty’s skin, in the attempt of capturing a horse in the photograph. But lucky me and the car we did escape the bang by few centimeters. After a long curvy drive we finally started heading back. I did hand over the driving back, to one of my friends after driving for six continuous hours. Till next day morning I felt I was constantly driving and moving even on my bed and out of the car. I felt the motion in spite of being static. I enjoyed the whole drive and termed it as “My first long drive” which will be cherished forever. Those six hours with my red beauty will be ever green in my memory pages.