Brains shut down and adreneline takes over. We move without thought, like robots in a factory, doing as we are ordered. Tonight, I float through time. I see my life as an interstate in one of those fast motion adds...nothing is visible but streaks of colorful light. Time speeds by and music is the essence of it all. It tells a story, determining the mood, and setting the tone for what will happen throughout the ride. I can do nothing but look forward and brace; If I try to count the number of cars speeding past me, I will grow dizzy and nauseated. Lights lead the way, leaving no room for the lack of precision. The rubber of my tires against the asphault beneath is intense; I feel the power invading my lead foot. Easy does it...

Take me away from here to places that I have never seen. Show me people I have never met. I want to know their stories. Who are they? Where do they come from? Away with the fancy cars and expensive clothing. Give me an old truck and some worn jeans, turn up the harmonicas and roll down the windows; let's cruise. "Where we gonna go? I don't know, but I guess I got to go." Grab some coffee, the camera, extra batteries, that old leather bound journal and a pack of pens. We will document the journey and credit the hidden heros of our quiet towns.

I bore easily of routine, feeling wasteful for my worthless activities. I want to make use of my moments- they are so few. We have so much to see, to learn. Why, then, do I find myself, drowning in the clamour of chaos? Let me out. I wish you would come too. There is more. Some will remain in that abyss, unconcerned with what awaits them outside of the walls. For those who ditch the hum-drum, the unthinkable will happen and blurry dreams will become reality. Take the step...