I feel like I'm racing in a car with the windows rolled down. Driving across an open desert, I throw my arm out the window and practice the time honored tradition of "aeropalmics." You know what I'm talking about. The music is turned way up on the radio, but I can barely hear it because of the rush of air from the windows. I can scream as loud as I want but again, no sound. The colors of the wide open sky and distant mountains blend into a mish-mosh of bright and pastel swirl, the sun is hot and alive. I don't know why I'm in such a rush, but it sure feels good.