Ride On, My Friend

The road opens up in front of you like a beautiful black velvet ribbon unfurling around every corner. It disappears and reappears in the mist far ahead of you. “Stay sharp,” you think to yourself. No margins for error.

You feel the ocean spray on your face, or maybe that's the dense fog of the California coast.

You smell the cedar and sagebrush, and you’re riding the wind. You smell the gasoline and asphalt (and a little motor oil), and you know this is the road.

You are not inside.
You are not on the couch.
You are not in the land of comfort.

This is the land of adventure.
This is the land of smooth highways and curves.
This is the land of people driving fast and driving slow. There’s time for them all.

This is the wide adventure that you crave. It is a road trip in your shower. It's going to delight you every single morning, just like the road does.

You were born for this.