Spirit of the road
In England they don't forget their castles, and royal
family, in france they don't forget their wines. Italy never forgets that
it was once the heart of the Rome which ruled the world, while in Germany,
there are some parts of history better left forgotten. Here in America, we
seem unable to forget or lay down our cars and our roads (We also have what,
to the rest of the world, is an amazing regard for firearms, but that is
a matter for a different web site). The road we all seem to remember best,
even after it's being out of commission for nearly two decades, is Route
It has been said by many, that Americans have a special
relationship, a love afair, with the automobile. On the surface, this statement
may be correct, but looking more closely, you can see that there is more
to it than a love of machinary, sculpted metal, horsepower and speed. Certainly,
many of us enjoy, and even induge our cars. deep down though, the cars are
only a means to an end; our cars introduce us to what we really have a love
affair with. They introduce us to the road.
Some of us have a different perceptions of the road. In times past,
we would have been wanderers, or nomads, minstrels possibly, or traders. We
love the road for it's own sake, we love it's gift of freedom.
Travel. ideally, is an interactive, but rather passive thing.
One of the great things that travel does is help to put things in perspective,
and to free us from our roles. The world at large looks quite a bit more
interesting, and filled with many more things than we can see in our limited
and safe lifestyles. the world is much bigger than our problems, our jobs,
our little circles of friends, and our
it is also quite a bit larger than our comprehension, which is why, after
a certain amount of introspection, and inspiration, we generally return to
being our own selves, but with hopefully a bit added.
a wife and child
a steady job