“I love the road, because it always took you somewhere.” Steven Pressfield
There’s a feeling I get when I make a full circle. Doesn’t matter if it’s days, months, or years later.
For some, that feeling comes in returning home. That first step off the plane, that first #mile across the state line. It’s a powerful, humbling feeling. Knowing you’re coming back to where you came from.
When the #road brings you back to where you were, it makes you compare your past & present. Who have you become on that road?
Is it who you thought who you would be?
In the span of a century, your road can take you around the world, several times. And being so connected inspires me to sometimes feel full circle. No matter where I am, I know where I’m from. Or who I was when those roads where there then.
It's that ephemeral nature of the road—that serenades us in the Bob Seger song. It’s a #cultural reason we haven’t molder our cities away from the #car towards the bike or the foot path.
Because behind every #wheel, with each horsepower, is the siren’s call to escape.
In the last century, we’ve become able to experience the road in a way where we can always return. The frontiers aren’t on the horizon, but how we see through the windshield.