Driving on the interstate with the music to the max and the roads dry is one of the most relaxing moments in my hectic, stress filled life. If you ask me on any given day, I won’t be shy about how much I hate driving. But there’s a difference between driving in town and driving on the open road. I dislike just about everything about my daily commute. I drive twice as much as I need to for reasons that I don’t really want to go into detail about and I’m just so impatient that I turn into a wild mess when getting around town.
However, when you throw me on the interstate, I’m good to go. I could drive on it for hours and hours provided that I have a good set list on my iPod, no construction, and the left lane is free. Fill my tank and I’ll put the pedal to the metal.
I visited my brother Nick in Fargo on Saturday. My trip was short which makes me sad but we always make a point to do some driving around town and he updates me on his current play list. He’s my music guru. Heck, he’s probably the influence for 99% of the music I’ve ever listened too. We took a stroll downtown and he showed me around to a couple places his roommate and him have gone. We browsed around in a pretty sweet antique store and reminisced about the “antiques” from the late 80’s and early 90’s. It’s crazy to see that the stuff we played with, in what only seems like a couple years, is nearly two decades old. Man, we’re getting up there!