I was standing in the road at the end of my driveway yesterday and I was thinking. Not to get all Zen or anything but I became conscious of the reality that the pavement I stood on runs as an unbroken road from my house to my parent’s home where I grew up. More than just a means of facilitating transportation, this asphalt represents a connection that is as real as I want it to be. A web that criss-crosses the continent I live on. It got me started thinking again about how close we all really are and the hobbit’s song about the road going ever on and on, there and back again. In the split second all of this buzzed through my mind I thought again of the dream I’ve had for a while of getting a friend and getting two motorcycles and driving them from here on the Island together all the way down to Trinidad and Tobago by way of Venezuela. Now that would be a road trip.