Losing track of time becomes effortless while driving aimlessly with my best friend, Reagan. With music in the background, serene landscapes passing by and discussing our future plans for college, time ceased to exist. Reagan and I were heavily engaged in our conversation, to the point where we failed to notice the time. By then it was twenty to eleven and we were lost somewhere in Somers. After realizing how late was, our tranquil ride turned into a chaotic frenzy within seconds. I tried to ease the tension by plugging in the gps and putting on our favorite song, No Such Thing by John Mayer. Instantly our worries returned to good vibes and terrible singing voices; as we retraced our steps and drove off into the direction we came