Sam rested her left arm out the window, her sunglasses on, singing along with the music, her hat had long been forgotten on the seat behind her. The ride had turned warm as the sun began to creep across the sky, so the girls discarded their hats and long sleeved shirts, opting to drive in their jeans and tank tops instead, with their hair blowing in the breeze. Sam had gave up trying to keep her long blonde locks tied back in the long braid, and let them fly wildly where the wind wished. She loved the feeling of the wind on her face. It reminded her of the freedom she felt when riding. The air whipping in her hair, the wind in her face, dirt flying around the barrels...it was pure freedom.
Last Updated : 2020-09-04
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