Why I REALLY love roadtrips
First, let’s start with a song:
Roadtrips are when I feel most free. It’s hot, the windows are down and the air is rushing through the car. I’m in the passenger seat watching the world whirl past, the music is perfect and I fall into a dreamy state of exhilaration. Because I have no worries. I’m not supposed to be doing anything apart from sitting back – no improving myself by learning, no trying to draw perfectly, pressurising myself and wondering if I can make my dream come true – a life supported by my art, no pressure to even talk. The air is thicker with a magic soup of freedom and anticipation. We don’t know where we’re heading or what we’ll see. Even around the next corner.
Here are some photos of recent roadtrips.
On the Saddle Road again a week later, but with a different crew. Less dreamy, more RAAAAHHHHH!!!!
My last day on Big Island Cory, Tyler and Liz took me to another beautiful white sand beach backed by black lava fields and fringed by palm trees. We all piled in, including Rua the dog.
The end of an eventful roadtrip always ends in booze. But not usually when you’re still supposed to be on it. Gina and I had been driving around Maui, camping as we went, but on the last leg on the deserted desert side of the island we broke down. After hitchhiking in a semi trailer, a car with two local sisters, a tourist couple on island for their daughter’s wedding and a cool old guy smoking a joint who looks after one of the local churches, we gave up trying to fix the car and called the tow truck. While we waited, we decanted our red wine into healthy organic tea bottles and toasted our roadtrip.
In Barbados I stayed with my old school friend Penny and her lovely husband Rob. Last Saturday nine of us went adventuring around the island on a little adventure.
And later I switched cars. Penny and Rob drove off to look after their puppies (truth) and I stretched my legs in the back of Enrique’s jeep with Brandon.
And so ladies and gents, those are a few reasons why I love a good roadtrip.
PS. Take a look at the lyrics to the song you’ve been listening to: Freeride lyrics.