It’s a cool early morning as I set out to be with some old friends. My car has been waiting for this morning. I climb in and she roars to life. It’s like I’m on a calf roping horse waiting for the flag to drop. Today the flag drops and we set out in a controlled bolt of energy. I’m not chasing a calf though, I’m chasing the road. Like a rodeo cowboy, every ride is different. And the road is like the calf; it runs away from the rider, turning and changing speeds hoping not to be caught in time. There is a difference though, I have more time to pursue the road; and when I do catch it, I only hold it briefly before releasing it, then I run after it again. It may seem my car works for me and the road runs from me but we do this together. It takes all of us, for any of us to get meaning from our experience. The road calls me to give chase and my car readies to answer that call. I have a great respect and love for them, because they are my old friends.