Dan Trew

I asked my friend Nick to drive from Denver to Seattle with me a couple weekends ago, since we hadn’t spent several hours alone in a car together since 2008. After 21 hours in the van, I think we got sufficiently caught up. Basically four years later, neither of us have much of anything figured out, especially women, although he must be a little closer because a really great girl is living with him. And it makes me happy that we can spend 21 hours staring out the windshield of an automobile trying to figure things out. Punctuated, of course, every 17 minutes or so by me saying, “Oh man, this song is fucking amazing” and then turning the stereo up loud enough to rattle unsecured objects off the dashboard.

This is perhaps one the best articles I’ve read in a while. It’s quite fitting in that within the next month I’ll be spending a good deal of time in a car with a bunch of other people.