Road Movies have long been my favorite genre of film.
I grew up my first 22 years in Ireland, before moving to the United States. As a family of nine we shared a small semi-detached, three bedroom, one bathroom home alongside the canals. My family never owned a car, my parents never had licenses.
Maybe the tight quarters back in Galway, and my family’s travel limitations, gave the concept of aimless cross continental drives and vast open terrains such an appeal. Those Losers and Loners with no needs or restrictions beyond the road and a full tank of gas – what’s not to love?
Or maybe I’m just full of shit and like driving and movies about long journeys and human oddities. Its now embarrassing to admit, I got my first driving license at the tender age of 43. This driving thing is still a fun novelty.
Bottom line, I’ve got two months of aimless, solo, cross country meandering ahead. I am mostly guilty of being the guy that flew over the fly-over States. It’s now time for me to learn a little more about the rest of the country. It’s time to find out if I’m Max Rockatansky, Clarence Worley or maybe Thelma or Louise. Maybe Raymond Babbitt……
Thanks for joining me!
One can never get lost if one has a GPS — Gandhi