Don't get me wrong I love to drive.
Cruising down the road with Green Day or Panic! at the Disco blasting through my speakers.

But I require fresh air, perhaps more so than most.
I need dirt and dust to cake my sneakers and feet.
And perhaps the strangest part is I need to smell.
I need to smell the river water and the dead leaves of the forest.
I need to smell the tang of the ocean and sweetness of the strawberry fields.
But mostly I need to stand in a meadow right after it rains.
Because that is the closest thing that has ever come to smelling like you.