The Road

I've been known to be a number of things. I'm sure if any of the people that know me, or know of me were asked, they'd all have different responses. The one thing I am not known as is a person who likes to drive. However, I find myself doing this on a weekly basis and for long stretches.

I do a 90 - 120 minute drive about once a week. Now, you're probably saying that it doesn't seem like a lot, but for me it is. I have this tendency to fall asleep. My brain decides that it's had enough and it shuts off. This isn't recommended for late night driving. But, I find myself in the situation of having to pull over into a rest stop and sleeping for a few hours in my car. I actually kind of love this. If I don't have to work in the morning, I'll stretch out and sleep a full 8 hours. I'm fine with it. It's actually refreshing. I feel like I'm a long distance driver when this happens. Even if it's a 2 hour drive. But, over the years, these little sleep breaks have saved my life many a time.

There is something about driving at night on the road that is strange. When you're alone and it's just you and music and the yellow line and the reflectors guiding your way. It's so silent and almost like a blanket that has been put over you. It can all seem very erie. There is nothing but black and it's like a vacuum. It sucks up all the light and makes everything seem like it is skewed in some way. You'd be surprised how many shadows there are at 2am in the middle of nowhere. You'd be surprised at how many things shine when your headlights hit them. It's a totally different world.

I don't know why I find myself in these situations as often as I do. But, I'm sure they're all worth it. Whatever I'm driving to or from must be pretty great.