to the next stop
I don’t like driving. With myself behind the wheel, that is.
Then I like the bus better. Or the train. Especially the train, I like the sound, the feeling, the freedom of the train.
I don’t like driving a car myself, but I do love the possibility the car gives me to go wherever I want. Again, the freedom. To get into a car, drive to the left or to the right, north or south, to the mountains or to the sea. Just make a decision and follow it, or not.
It’s more freedom about not making a decision, and instead do what feels right at the moment.
The owner of this car obviously found it right to make a stop at a parking lot on Borøya. Maybe he has taken the ferry over to Sandøya, or maybe he sleeps in a tent near by.
I don’t know.
But what I do know is that I would have been more keen on driving myself if I had a car like that. Maybe.