The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
– J.R.R. Tolkien
In my mind, every map is a treasure map, every road a potential pathway to the end of the rainbow, and life a never-ending search for that elusive pot of gold.
These are the voyages of the Dustmobile…
Nothing entices like a fresh stretch of highway. Confronted with an atlas and a brand new day, I feel like a kid in a candy store. This is my Christmas.
Some roads are for driving, some for walking. All are for taking.
There will always be a reason not to take that first step: work, family, the Demon Responsibility. Whatever. Don’t listen to them. They don’t matter.
The only thing that matters is this: life don’t last. So live the hell out of it. Drive the hell out of it.
These are the voyages of the Dustmobile,
its continuing mission to explore strange, new roads,
to seek out new sights and new intersections…
To boldly go where no Toad has gone before.
Happy trekking, my friends!