Go on a road trip. Alone.
Driving somewhere, maybe with a destination, maybe just roaming and exploring, has a magical appeal. No schedule, no limits. Lukewarm coffee in diners on the side of the highway, rickety hotel rooms, gas station fill-ups, chain-smoking in sunglasses…this lifestyle has always appealed to me.
Sure, a road trip with your signifigant other can be fun. It can also be a disaster. Even under the best circumstances, there is someone to answer to, someone to have to stop for if they have to pee and you don’t, someone who will want to talk to you.
I don’t want to have to talk, just drive. Music blaring, thermostat wherever I want it. I want to meet people on the way and not have to introduce someone else. I want to flirt at truck stops for the hell of it and sit in a tavern next to my hotel drinking a whiskey by myself, overdressed.
This might be the ultimate freedom.
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