There’s something distinctly beautiful about being young and driving on an open stretch of road. It’s the enlightenment of realising the cliché is not contrived, but wonderfully real. It’s feeling free; it’s feeling infinite; it’s feeling nothing but that precise moment: no fears nor constraints. As the film flicks in the peripheral, every inhibition is left behind, and the focus becomes the unending road before you: the freedom of knowing that you could go anywhere.
At this age driving is not a necessity, but a liberty. It’s the excitement of the first real chance of escape.
It’s limitless, it’s infinite, it’s youth.