Feet on the dashboard, highway beneath the tires, and pretty snow covered landscapes passing across my window. As I watch these scenes go by I can't help but think of all the places I someday wish to go.
I've always said it would be a dream of mine to ride across the United States on the back of a Harley. Route 66 adventure type deal. How cool would that be? I would have to get a leather fringe jacket and probably some studded boots, obviously. Gotta fit the image ya know.
Flying in an airplane seems like the shiz dizzle when a normally ten hour trek to Cali turns into a one hour joy ride but I feel like you miss out on a lot of things that way. There's something special about watching the world roll by from the seat of a car. You don't get to see the land change from green to red to brown to blue in the same way when you're thirty thousand feet above it.
(On the other hand road trips can really suck when your uncle farts and then proceeds to lock the windows and doors so there's no escape for you or anyone else present. Then your cousin pukes from the smell. And you're in the middle of no where.)
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