My grandfather was a long-distance truck driver. He drove with Mason-Dixon lines until he retired in the early 1980s. My dad buys and sells cars for a living. He’s always driving to Georgia, Pennsylvania, Maryland or Virginia to go to car Auctions. Once he even drove from Tennessee into North Dakota to pick up a car he’d bought through an online auction. He loves to drive. He says a good, long 8 hour drive allows him to think and gives him time to listen to audio books. I think I inherited this love of driving--it's in my blood somehow.Driving is therapeutic for me. If I need to think through a big decision, pray to God about a problem, or mull over a plot line, there is no better place for me to do it than behind the wheel of a car with a good, straight stretch of road ahead of me.
Like my dad, if I’m looking at 6-8 hours in a car by myself, I’ll rent an audio book and catch up on a best seller I’ve been meaning to read. Sometimes I just listen to music and ponder life. As long as there isn’t a lot of traffic or bad weather, driving in a car is one of the most peaceful places I know. Many of my major life decisions have been made on Interstates 66, 81, and 64.Where do you go to think, make decisions, or experience a few moments of peace?