When you’ve seen the same highway for the thousandth mile, there ceases to be things to comment on, and you have to make your own magic.
No one cares if you're hungry, have to pee, or are bored. That's YOUR proble
So much of our time on the road is occupied with music. We rarely ride without the soundtrack of life playing in the background.
I turned around to see a very tall, very dirty man. He had a duffel bag over his shoulder and was holding a spray bottle full of yellow liquid.
We live in Southern Ohio and when we're traveling towards home on I-75, we always pass the Butter Jesus.
My husband will speak to any human being within earshot. Actually, most of the time, they speak to him first.
Her look said something to the effect of, "Please leave here before you stupid yourself to death in the parking lot."
No matter how dismal things seem, if you can find one thing to laugh about, you've won.
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