iamaoldbeatuptruckreadytohitthoseopenroads

I want to take a road trip. This has got to be the worst case of wanderlust ever. I want to get out of here and head somewhere with no plan in mind, just me and some music. A big, old, run-down pickup truck-the kind that still plays mix-tapes, the authentic kind-that also plays cd's. I don't care where I go, but I want to get in this truck and go, just go-fast! So fast i can feel the breeze that walks hand in hand with all of the other cliches. I want to bring one big pad of paper and write everything down. And when I don't have paper (or I run out) I want to write on stones on scraps of receipts or hotel doodle-pads or even candy wrappers. I'll buy a bike and peddle down small town streets and sleep under mountain peeks. I want to go to music festivals and meet the locals of every town and visit landmarks-the most major interesting ones to the trivial and silly ones. I want to feel the ocean hug my legs, eat sea food! lobster, eel, and all those other seaweed creatures. I want to taste the best local coffee shops around! I want to Because yesterday I learned something and this truth made me realize how badly I ache to get out and go."Everybody has got to take a road trip at least once in their lives. Just you and some music."-Elizabeth-town