The quiet parts of the trip are always the hardest.
When the white lane dividers disappear beneath my hood as the tires rumble with varying degrees of severity over the asphalt and the bucolic mixes of patriotic farmland and unincorporated forest rush past in green blurs.
When the black and white dairy cows mix together with the brown workhorses and occasional goats or sheep, each making their respective moos or neighs or bleats that all get swallowed up by the wind.
When the only sound in my ears is the popping from the changing altitudes or the drone of the occasional tractor-trailer as I pass.
When the ride is so smooth, despite driving a Toyota Sienna minivan that’s significantly bigger than the RAV4 to which I am accustomed, that I almost forget that there are five other people with me. Continue reading “A Vehicle For More Than Just People”