The Radio Towers in Grand Prairie
The Nuke Plant in Fulton*
Johnson Beach in Pensacola**
The oft quoted saying goes something along the lines “It isn’t the destination, it’s the journey that matters”.
Christ, it has been a WEEK. I’d be lying if I said that a few days this week have been pretty brutal. The truth is every day this week has been a beat down. I really can’t remember the last time I approached a weekend feeling this tired and worn out. To quote on of my old dealership general managers from my GM days, it feels like the kind of tired that not even a good sleep is going to fix. I could bore you with a list of everything that went on this week to just suck the life out of me, but this is a car blog, not one of those whiny ass woe is me my mommy didn’t hug me enough blogs. So, as all great men do, we’ll suck it up and slog along.
Like I said above, the saying we normally hear is that it isn’t the destination that we need to enjoy, but simply the journey that counts. I can see the logic behind this. I even agree with it. But sometimes I think we need to take a look at the final destination, the place where that journey takes us as equally important. After all, the journey never would have been taken unless we had someplace to go. I think that is one of the reason I love cars: they give us the means to actually go somewhere. Yes, I could ride a bike to the above mentioned radio towers, or walked along the twisty back roads to the power plant, or fly to Pensacola and go to the beach. Doing it by car, however, gives us a greater level of freedom. It allows us to undertake that journey with greater speed, safety, and control. Once we get to our destination, no matter how exciting or mundane the journey, it is there we can reflect on all that brought us there. We can go to these places that we know and find some sort of comfort or peace and unwind. Then again, sometimes the drive itself is our end goal; we can just get in our car and burn gas and let the entire world slip away for a few hours. Go get lost. I just hope you don’t have to have the week I had to find the motivation to get out there and drive.
*It wasn’t the nuclear plant itself, but a fairly open area that wasn’t fenced off where you could just park and kind of watch it do what power plants do. The open field combined with the power plant gave of this sort of man and earth vibe. Old world naturism meets the leading edge of man’s scientific quest for knowledge
**No, I have never just decided to up and drive to Pensacola. There have been a few down and backs to Houston, Austin, and San Antonio though, for no other reason than I just wanted to. If I had a Bugatti Veyron and the money for gas, you could bet your ass there would be some high speed runs to the Florida panhandle and back.