Friday, April 27, 2012
On the Road Like Jack Kerouac
One of the things that I don't like so much about Los Angeles is the traffic. It makes me ancy and itchy, and when I'm stuck in it, I start daydreamin about giving away all my worldly possession and living life as a hermit in the wilderness. Or participating in a Waldenesqe type experiment via my blog. But would maintaining a blog be anti-Walden? I don't know. Maybe the blog writing wouldn't be so bad, but I'm sure I'd be using the Internet to order shoes and purses too (and then I would be kicked out of the Walden club).
But hating traffic doesn't mean I hate driving, I actually like to drive. So getting out on those country roads with next to no cars on the road was amazing. I meandered through tee-niney Southern towns (Strong, Arkansas, wasn't even the smallest town guys, I drove through a town that had a population of 197!) I listened to my audio book Man-Hunt (about the assassination of Lincoln and the hunt for John Wilkes Booth, I'm such a history nerd). Grabbed Route-44 Cherry Limeades from Sonic. And stopped to take some pictures periodically, which most likely made me look like an idiot to the passer-bys. Not that I really cared.
Although the trip back to Texas wasn't as fun, since I got caught in a down pour, and I had to pull over for 30 minutes because I couldn't see the road, and I kept hydro-planing. And yet even that was better than sitting in traffic.
Song of the Day: Burning Bridges by Chris Pureka