Sometimes I love things very much. I’m going to try my best to convey this feeling to you through words.
Okay, I drive a van, first of all. It’s like, pretty modern, probably from like, 2000 or 2001, but the goal here is to do everything in your power to imagine that it’s not only very old, but preferably not a van at all. Let’s try something more along the lines of a like, topless jeep. Is that what it’s called? The kind of jeep that one dude drives through the shitty, tribal part of Africa in that movie about the Coke bottle. Actually, any shitty-ass car you might find in that part of Africa will work, so just visualize one. You will probably need to roll down the windows for this one. Nextly, imagine that it’s overcast. Like, extremely overcast. Like, you can smell the rain about to come down and make it Jurassic Park in the daytime. And now, make sure you’re going fast. Fast so you’re cold and your nose is dry and it smells like blood; blissfully fast. Do you feel the lust for life yet? Maybe try imagining a damp, grassy hillside to your right, and a huge drop-off to your left where you can see the harbor in the distance, and houses in the foreground. Listen to your engine. Blast some Tropicalia and sing along. Imagine the quality of your ride to be as dirty, cold, wet, and good as possible. Remain receptive to the beauty of nature. This’ll be awesome.
Enjoy. I hope that worked.
