Road Trip

Ah, road trips.  Don’t you just love ‘em?  Hittin’ the freeway and takin’ a trip into the vastly known unknown.  Boldly going where lots of men have gone before.  Just you, your car, the freeway scenery, and whoever you might have along for the ride.  Because everyone knows road trips are much more interesting with someone along for the ride.  If it’s just you all by your lonesome, it can get pretty boring.  You need that friend (or two or three or four) to come along and talk, crack jokes, sleep, complain about boredom, and all around make you fifty percent more likely to wreck.  What’s life without a little spice, eh?

With friends, and wrecking, and boredom aside, consider all that scenery, if you would.  Beautiful, ain’t it?  The mountains, the woods, the rivers, the big grassy plains with horses and cows and donkeys and critters like that.  Very nice, very nice.  But that ain’t nuthin’ compared to the scenery in places like New Mexico and Arizona.  Those places are simply too gorgeous to put into words.  I mean, there’s like dirt, and bushes.  And that ain’t all.  After you’ve gotten past that, there’s dirt and bushes!  Can you imagine?  And then, oh man, and then, once you’ve past the dirt and bushes and dirt and bushes, there’s dirt and bushes—on hills!  It’s so breathtaking!

Okay, so maybe I recently took a road trip through those places.  Not saying I did, but it’s possible (and that might also be the reason this post is late [for which I do apologize]).  But that in no means was the inspiration for this post.  All the credit for that has to go to the amazing scenery I was just telling you about.  The only downside about that stuff is that it’s so awesome, it lulls you to sleep.  So if you want to fully enjoy the epic landscape, take a few caffeine pills.  If you’re driving, take the pills whether you wanna see the landscape or not. 

Besides that landscape, there are your fellow drivers to be considered.  After driving for over five hours or so, you develop a sort of companionship with those other personages.  Passing each other by, you just have to give thumbs up, or some type of encouraging sign.  Out there in that vast wilderness—ahem, I mean, that wonderful fairyland, you just can’t resist the urge to spread the love.  We’re all brothers and sisters after all, right?  That kinship must be acknowledged lest it be ignored, followed by death and destruction.  Not to mention doom.  So remember, wave at kids in school buses!

But, y’know, all said and done, there’s nuthin’ quite like that feeling you get when you step out of the car at the end of your journey.  That feeling of accomplishment.  Like you took on the world and whooped it.  Unless, of course, when you’re stepping out of your car, it’s because you got a flat tire.  That a whole other feeling entirely.