Well, it’s been about two weeks since we made it back and not a moment has passed without some memory of the most incredible road trip ever taken by a rust riddled car and its even more damaged driver seeping into my thoughts.
The first twilight of a long drive
From the thousands who inscribed the car with names of loved one fighting or lost to cancer to the hundreds of others that I had a chance to speak with about their lives and loves, the drive has left an indelible imprint on me (much like the third degree burns on my right leg from the insufferably hot transmission tunnel).
When we first left the end of the Huntington Beach Pier and headed east the assumption was that when (or if) we ever made it back that would be it. We would return the car and get back on with the business of trying to lead out our normal lives. Now that seems almost an impossibility.
There are more people to meet, more stories to hear and (unfortunately) more names to memorialize on the car. We have other trips to plan, other places to visit and other ways we can continue the inspiration that this trip has become.
Almost every day since we’ve been back I’ve received messages by email or text from people struggling to survive or asking me to inscribe additional names on the car. These blogs will address some of the requests contained in those notes.
There are also hundreds of people to thank and I’d like to do that in detail so you know how many people made this drive possible and are able to say thank you to them when they cross paths with you in life.
Finally, there is another trip left in us (maybe more) and as we plan to get on the road again you’ll hear about what we’re going to do and how you can help on these pages first.
Welcome to the road.
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