By Jim T. Ryan, Hooligan-in-Chief
My trusted road trip friend -- we'll call him Dr. Bronco -- and I have changed our plans again. We've come to the conclusion that we're in such need of spontaneity, that we're abandoning the roll of the die altogether.
Nothing except us will decide what we do this weekend. 36 hours of experiencing America is the theme of our road trip now. No itineraries. No expectations. No rules. We're going to drive and find America, or what's left of it.
I can't help recall Simon & Garfunkel's "America," as I write this: They've all gone to look for America!
Or maybe we're just looking for our youth again as our 30s march on and we come to the sad realization that soon it will be the next generation's turn to "Look for America." Maybe we just want to relive our Glory Days, those rough nights of alcohol and cigarettes in our 20s when we rarely planned a weekend or a week or a month or a year with much care other than to ask: can we buy food today? Is the rent overdue? Do we have enough for a party?
And when the job ran out and you only had $50 left in the bank, it made perfect sense to stretch it to the max and go completely off the maps with debauchery and carelessness in the dim hope that at the end of the ride, you'd be that much closer to a solution. Or at least be numb enough to care less about whether your chosen solution was what everyone thought was the right solution.
Anyway, Dr. Bronco and I are off to find some small portion of our America.
Here's to the open road and finding the true soul and demons of the land we love.
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