The temple of my car

I love driving. I love having the open road ahead of me . . . I love that the sky looks darker in the rear view mirror than in front of me.

I love singing at the top of my lungs, very off key. I love the conversations I have with imaginary passengers while speeding down the road. I love the power of a car.

And, isn't that what you go to church for? And, in your car . . . no collection plate and the seats are cushioned.