Driving gala

The sky is clear and blue, a fresh morning breeze slip through my back urges me to get into the event. After being route by a series of order signals, I am finally on my mark to merge in to the opening event. Participants sailing, rushing in their track with shining sparks of sun; without attitude, everyone just go moves, boldly, forward or dodging off ramp to their way point, its a blessing to be in sunny California.

By the end of day, both body and mind energy have been rapid discharged for eight hours, the finishing event styles totally different then just the reverse of the opening. The red line is filled with expressions like hold on, don't push and stress while crawling through. On the other side, is a noble parade made up of pairs and pairs of illuminating eyes.

In the middle of this red and white stripe, isolated in the compartment, enjoying the satisfaction of achieving a day of work, "Android, Directory, Restaurant, Gourmet, Detail, Select. Android, Selection, Reservation, Table for 2, Notes: Please breath me a fruity one, Call. Android, Selection, GPS, Route, Go!"