A license meant freedom.
The chance to see a little more of the world.
I used to just get in my 1967 Chevy pickup and drive. I would drive all over Southern California listening to the Smiths and Depeche Mode on my cassette player.
I was doing a little math the other day (not my strong suit) and discovered I drive about 70,000 miles a year.
That's a lot of driving.
Driving doesn't really represent freedom or independence for me anymore. It's more of an obligation. I drive to work. I drive at work. I drive home. I drive my family to their destinations. I drive back to work.
And then there's the financial cost of this privilege: gas, car payments, insurance, tolls, maintenance. It adds up... fast.
I'm thankful I have a nice car with a good stereo, comfortable seats and air conditioning - things I dreamed about as a teenager. It makes the many hours every week I spend behind the wheel a little more bearable.
But sometimes, I just want to get behind the wheel and drive.
I'd head east until the road ran out.