“Carefree Highway,
nice to see you my old friend.
Carefree Highway,
you’ve seen better days.
The morning after blues,
from my head down to my shoes.
Carefree Highway let me slip away,
slip away on you.”

This is such an excellent chorus by Gordan Lightfoot, and it has a ton of meaning for me.
Since I was old enough to jump on my bike and take off I have always gone somewhere when things are to troublesome for me. Of course on a BMX bike you are only getting so far, but I have memories of taking all day and doing 40 miles one way. (yes 80 miles round trip made for a long day for a thirteen year old, but there was never a destination in mind)
Turning sixteen opened up a new world for me. With a car 60 miles turned into hundreds of miles. Back then it was much easier. $200 in my pocket, gas only being around $1 a gallon, and food, (my diet consisted of a mountain dew, a snickers bar, and pack of marlboro reds,) was less than $10. You could get around.
I would jump in the car early in the morning and just go.
Out on the road the sound of the wheels humming along was calming. The goal again was not destination, but to keep going until the sound got annoying. I could be hundreds of miles from home before that could happen.
Even today at almost 49 that urge still erupts inside. I will drive 3 hours to just sit next to a lighthouse across the state.
I hear that chorus, and I know exactly what it means. Carefree highway, nice to see you my old friend, let me slip away, slip away on you