"Color me gone, baby.
I wouldn’t have seen this movie at twelve. I wouldn’t have understood anyone who didn’t have a mission, a point.
But at nineteen, my face was gravel from “points.” I was ready for a whole lot of steel nothing, an empty road at high speeds, an existential needle guiding my arms. I knew little or nothing about automobiles, but I fell in love with this road trip, and made a couple myself, LA to Detroit, Tijuana to Spokane, no sleep, all little white pills and mud coffee.
I never saw anyone as beautiful as James Taylor and Dennis Wilson passing me on the left, but I was ready to follow."
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