The highway is calling me by name. Not just wanderlust. It knows who I am and wants me and knows I want it. The miles must be beneath me and behind me. Road songs need to find the radio and cheer me on like I always hoped Jo Jo would, but never did. It’s hard to have a cheerleader cheer for you when you play no sport.
Distance is my goal and the game will never end. There will never be too many nights on the road. Too many towns with sights to see. Roads to drive. America to find.