Road Noise
Pro tip from someone who’s lived to tell the tale: If you have the chance, just don’t back up at all. Drive through, pull forward, do whatever it takes. Because backing up is a last resort—a move reserved for people who are either very confident or have no other options.
Road Noise
I saw a man get punched once — a perfect hook to the cheek on a bone-cold morning near the McCormick Center in Chicago.
Road Noise
My world feels like open pockets in my favorite jacket — that oversized denim patchwork thing. I looked down at its comfortable form and put my hands in those big pockets and realized how it has defined me, you know, if I was fabric.
Road Noise
I became wild. Then I became wise. Resilience crept up on me, originally disguised as arrogance, though it wasn’t about feeling superior to anyone — it was about knowing, with certainty, that I stood alone.
Road Noise
The torx screw was invented to solve a problem that was plaguing the world: screws that, heaven forbid, actually slip out when you try to tighten them. Also because the world needed a screw that looked like a mini ninja star.
Road Noise
I dry camped (that’s a thing I’ll explain later) at the Falkner Winery. I was alone, parked in the Falkner Winery parking lot, perched on what felt like the top of the world — or at least the top of Temecula Valley.
Travel Notes
Walking the streets of Hydra, I felt layers of stories unfold around me. The connection between Louis Tomlinson, Jeff Buckley and Leonard Cohen, three souls from different eras, converged in my journey.