Life can take many twists and turns. You can be up on the top of mountains one minute or at the bottom of a canyon the next. When do you stop thinking about how you should have taken the right on Main Street 45 minutes ago? When do you stop thinking about taking 95 instead of Route 1 because its easier? Do you take directions from others or do you head out on your own with just a compass and a granola bar? When do you decide to engage the 4WD and use it for fun instead of just using it to getting home in the snow?
I'm tired of taking 87 and using cruise control. It's time to shift into four wheel drive and climb some mountains.
Who's got the granola bars?