There is somehting about the open road that has always appealed to me. I remember when I was young and my dad would come and pick me up for weekend or extended visits, it always involved a road trip heading to some new destination. That sense of adventure and freedom became engrained in me and as I have gotten older and my career has allowed me to travel extesively all over the country, that passion for the open road and that child-like sense of adventure has only deepened.
That desire for freedom, unshackled from the stale air of a 737, the packed airport hallways, the traffic of major cities, the never ending stream of emails, the meetings...lots and lots of meetings. It's a desire for an oasis, margin; a reprieve. It's not easy to find that, but I think everyone needs to find that place of peace, just to slow down, think, process, reflect and be still. I find that place on the back of a 1981 Honda. It's therapy...my oasis.