I have always been a fan of the road trip and discovering other places. I am currently reading a great book about a drummer that I like called “roadshow.” It is about the 30th anniversary of their band, the tour they did, and how he went from venue to venue on his motorcycle and saw all of the back roads of the United States. It has been a very inspiring book for me. For one, he is the drummer so he writes from that perspective of touring. He is also a writer and I, wanting to get into writing, have been interested in the writing process. He talks about his other books and editing sessions while on the road. Lastly, the majority of the book is about the open road on a motorcycle. My dream has always been to have one and to take some road trips with it. I have never ridden, and yet I crave it at times. Being in the open and cruising down the highway… I can’t wait.
All of that is to say that something huge happened in my life. Yesterday I crossed over into the realm of people who drive vehicles with over 100,000 miles under their belts. This put the above thoughts into a new perspective. I bought my truck used and it had probably 50,000ish miles on it. The thought that is plaguing me is where were all of those miles? Who rode them? What were the conversations, sights, emotions? At any rate, I am excited to hit such a milestone and hope for 100,000 miles more!
