Sometimes the best therapy is a long drive with good music. Before you head out, it’s imperative to take out time to curate the ideal playlist, so that the correct songs are cued as you arrive your destination. Can’t be pulling up to the driveway blasting Adele’s “Hello from the other side”.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, buying snacks for a road trip should always look like an unsupervised 9-year old given a wad of cash. Don’t buy things for a road trip because you need them, you buy them because they might come in handy. And that’s all that matters.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot and anyone going faster than you is a maniac? Road trips are the best because the whole family gets to spend time together and annoy each other in interesting new places. Fuel up, vibe out and argue passionately.
The goal is to die with memories, not dreams. Roads were made for journeys not destinations. They’re the equivalent of human wings. You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world. When nothing goes right, go left.
Road trips are the only time where getting lost is not a bug, but a feature. You can’t take Google Maps too literally, one time I nearly drove off a cliff. Worst part was the map kept reiterating that in twenty meters, my destination would be on the left. Murderous map trying to take my life.
If you don’t sweat while driving then you’re not paying attention to the road at all. Sometimes I get road rage just pushing a shopping cart in a supermarket. Some people call it road rage, I call it expressing my feelings in a way that won’t be misunderstood. A lot of people suffer from road rage.
Not me. I happen to enjoy it.
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Back in my solo roadtripping days I’d choose the state routes over the freeways, often without a map, just head off in the general direction. North and south are odd numbered routes, east and west are even.
Music selection depended on location, weather and time of day. Out in the sticks it was country, bluegrass, farm reports and Paul Harvey; freeways were rock, punk and ska. Blues, funk and old soul/R&B was reserved for the urban areas. If the sun was just coming up, Stephane Grappelli / Django Reinhardt was the way to go.
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You’re a real one because your music taste is elite. Playing music closely related to the place you’re about to visit is a cheat code for setting the mood.
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You’re welcome
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