Road trip! Road trip! It has always been a love of mine to drive. Either it be fast, slow, cornering, accelerating, or just flat out cruise control. One of the all-time greatest driving attitudes in my opinion is to sit back, put on your favorite cd, look at that open highway ahead and hit the gas. No true sense or idea of where youâ€™re going or how long itâ€™s going to take, just that youâ€™re on your way (otherwise known as a road trip).
There are two basic archetypes of road trips. The first: The family experience. Or as I like to call it, the lets take people who probably already spend too much time together, cram them all into a tight uncomfortable space for 25 and a half hours, and watch the sparks fly. It all goes back to the old saying you can choose your friends but not your relatives, (or in this case your immediate family). Donâ€™t get me wrong I love my family, but I gotta say my lovely mother after 12 hours in the car without a drink can start to feel a little crazy. Or my fatherâ€™s OCD making us clean out the trash every 4 minutes could be quite a treat for a sitcom audience. Thatâ€™s not even mentioning my brother who falls asleep before we even get out of the driveway.
Family road trips are a great experience. Itâ€™s where you learn how light hearted people can be; how fun your family beneath your family truly is, (or just how to shut up before mommy and daddy gouge your eyes out with the pen in the cup holder). Whatever it is, you realize that you can actually bond with these people who you sometimes just grunt at each day before breakfast. It gives you that sense that there is more to one another, and that you can learn something new about people every day.Â It may seem like such a drag to be stuck with the big unit in the car, or Johnny drinks too much, but you look back on it later and are glad you have these people in your life. After all, they really are the wheels to your car.
The second: The getaway. I want to go there; well then go. Itâ€™s all about freedom. No more just going somewhere to see somebody, but just going to go. Who cares how many clothes you have or what you smell like, just put that peddle down and drive. Drive as far as you want, till the motor blows or the sky falls; and when youâ€™re full, go on back. There is not really much to this type of road trip. The concept that lies beneath the hood is the idea that you are free. Youâ€™re not looking for anything, but you know youâ€™ll probably find it. It is an experience to experience if you know what I mean.
So slam the gas and drive.