Roads to Home

It’s the secret back roads that only you know, while the other cars crawl like herded sheep. It’s the spot where you almost fell asleep that one night…or maybe it was already morning. Either way, it was darker and later than your eyes approved of, and as your head jerked back to attention you whispered the words “never again” to yourself.

Right here, this is the best stretch to get a good last look at the molten-sky; clouds like embers, burning from the golden sun. And right about here is where those old familiar smells push in through the car windows. This light takes exactly this many seconds to turn green when the adjacent light turns red. This bump here, that pothole there, the creaks in the suspension. Muscle-memory takes over.

Blinker. Turn. You’re on autopilot.

You’re not sure if you’re still driving the car, or if it’s that car that’s driving you now. Speed limit signs are nice reminders, but your foot already knows them all. Each road is a song. Distances are no longer measured by miles, lights or even turns (although you could accurately recount them all) but by how much of your favorite album you can get through before pulling up.

You’ve mastered the art of driving while your mind is a thousand miles away, much like sleeping with your eyes open. You think of how many times you’ve been on this same road. How many hours, days and years you’ve given to it. You think back to all the times you’ve thought about this and realize you’re fulfilling a day you imagined would be oh-so-far in the future, yet has come so quick. You think of the different cars and friends you’ve taken on this tour, maybe even back to a time when you were the one in the passenger seat, or even still, the back seat. The road has become a hallway; each tree or telephone pole, each sign or street light, each lake or meadow, another picture on the wall of times past.

There was even that one time you managed the pedals while your friend took the wheel for the whole ride. But that’s another story…

It’s all the same language and you’ve heard it time and time again. You would consider yourself fluent by now. It’s a constant conversation held between you and the road. And there’s only one topic that ever seems to come up…

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  1. All moments these feel familiar to me. I think I have had most of them as well. The thought of measuring distance by songs is very true. There are certain drives that remind me of certain songs/albums also. I once drove to LBI listening to Discovery’s “LP” and now it is the album that fits that drive. There is a strong bond between music and driving for sure.

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    1. Swing Tree was the first song I heard by Discovery and will forever remind me of CCC (along with many other records during my college days) and the various routes between Blackwood and my house. Pandora was a frequented app when I acquired an iPhone. There’s such a vivid tactile experience to music. No sound goes without a sight. At least in my mind, they seem to go hand-in-hand.

      Honestly, I can be driven to sadness when re-immersing myself into such spheres of nostalgia (that pun was unintentional). Better/good times, fond memories, now distant friends, the feeling of youth, naive invincibility… It all comes rushing back with the sound waves. It’s something I’ve never really been able to tame in myself; I either avoid it altogether or submerge myself in memory-laden music. I wonder if it’s a similar chasing of the dragon as with your video games (which is another discussion entirely but one I relate with all too well).

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