One for the Road

Saturday, June 7, 2008 at 5:16pm
Here we are and it's June and the sun isn't shining outside today but it was all week and my head is still full of it. I'm getting that old ramblin' itch that hits me a few times a year, that little voice that just screams "Hit the road Jack!" and I don't even need anywhere to go I just have this manic urge to 'be going', to be in transit.

Right now I've got the Allman brothers blasting, and that might be part of the problem. Whenever I hear the Allman Brothers with that slide guitar going and that rolling Southern back beat I need to feel blacktop under me and wind in my hair. I need a car that's too hot and a sun that takes it's time going down and a full tank of gas and a stereo so loud that music is all there is and about 3 days to just drive and not stop driving. 3 days would probably get it out of my system.

Some of you reading this will know exactly what I'm talking about. You'll know it's an urge seated somewhere deep in the primal self, a migratory instinct that's damn near impossible to resist. Some of you were born for the open road, born to live at the high end of 5th gear on a secondary highway with an abundance of curves and an absence of policemen.

Some of you reading this will think "Yeah, that's what it's like for me when I go to the lake" or something like that, but it ain't like that. It's about moving, about being in motion and nothing else. No place to go and all the time to get there. Going somewhere defeats the purpose. If you are just going my friends, if you are just going my brothers and sisters, then you are unbottled, you are geometrically infinite, no a to b, endless like the wide open sky or the dreams of a child. You are unfenced and untamed and unobstructed.
Anyway, that's that. I'm going to go for a run to try and shake this