Quotes About Open road

With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn't felt since my first months in Europe—a mixture of ignorance and a loose, "what the hell" kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line toward an unknown horizon.

There's nothing in his own life that contains this inventiveness, this style of being free. The music speaks to unexpressed longing or frustration, a sense that he's denied himself an open road, the life of the heart celebrated in the songs.

There's something so satisfying about road trip movies - and books!

I love road trips. If you haven't been on one in a while, it's time to put a trip on your calendar. Driving can help clear the cobwebs of your mind, and you can learn a lot about your fellow Americans while you're at it.

I gotta get a truck.

I love driving my car on any highway.

That is what a motorcycle road trip is supposed to be about, long miles and short stops in obscure places with interesting people and stories to be heard.

So squeeze together a love of motorcycles, a little edginess and risk taking, a craving for the freedom of the open road, a touch of the loner, a rough sense of humor, some physical and mental toughness along with some multi-faceted motorcycle pride and you have a biker. The more time that biker spends with his machine on the road, the deeper that biker chord runs.

When you've got the road to yourself, it's the most amazing feeling.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow

I had been spending a quiet Christmas in the country, as I realized when we got back into the house and I saw the Christmas tree, the presents, and smelled the roasting turkey and listened to the talk of the relatives, but now the bug was on me again, and the bug's name was Dean Moriarty and I was off on another spurt around the road.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Because adventure starts the moment I leave my door.

I believe in the freedom of the open road. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.

I love this, and I wish we could keep on driving," Ivy said, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair back from her forehead that had blown from her ponytail "I haven't seen the Monterrey Peninsula or the Bay area in years. Or the wine country. I've been gone too long.

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There is no situation like the open road, and seeing things completely afresh. I'm used to traveling. It's not a question of meeting or seeing new faces particularly, or hearing new stories, but of looking at life in a different way. It's the curtain coming up on another act.

Anyone who spends time on the road knows there's something special about being in the middle of Utah or Nebraska - you sit with it, and there's a peace about it. You can go left or right, and it opens up all kinds of doors. You take your own path.

I was traveling south in sunshine, euphoric again, on the open road.

She felt some measure of relief knowing that in the very least, on the open road she would have some time to think.

I have never taken a road trip. Unless you count Los Angeles to Vegas.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything.