I love this feeling.
After some sweaty late night tennis, hop on the car, start the engine, knowing where I am and where I want to go (home), but nothing in-between.
There’s a compass.
I am terrible at directions.
So I just drive in the general direction of where I think home is (I can do that thanks to the compass), and hope I’ll eventually end up on one of the few roads I know, and I can get home from there.
I’ve done it a few times and I think I’ve taken a different route every single time. Oftentimes I don’t even know what direction I am driving without looking at the compass. When I reach intersections… well there’s a 2/3 chance of getting it right (assuming the target is in one of the 2 quadrants in front).
From South Arm to my house at Blundell @ Gilbert, I think I’ve even gone to Granville and back once (those are roads in Richmond btw).
The stars are beautiful, and there are very few cars on the roads. The silence is relaxing. I don’t mind driving a little longer.
Try it some time! (I can help you get lost if you want. I’m GOOD at it)