Open Road

...And open the road was. Queue all of the usual cliches about long, broad, straight highways with no traffic. As a driver in the UK you get used to a lane of traffic going slower than you and a lane of traffic overtaking - a constant stream of cars nose to tail.
Highway Seventy was a bit more relaxed about it, the slow driver I was overtaking must have been doing fifty-four miles per hour, so I squeezd the gas up to fifty-six and sauntered past at less than walking pace.

For the first time I felt the attraction of driving, and found myself understanding long distance truckers were indeed national heros. When the road is straight and your speed is constant, you do have a kind of freedom. And I've learned a lot about freedom, and liberty.

You can be confined to the prison of a drivers seat for hours on end and still maintain your freedom. Its an attitude, a philosophy and a way of life. and it's one I want to understand.

A man may live within a walnut and call himself the king of infinate space.