Yesterday found us back at the Wild Waves Theme Park near Seattle.
This time Rock and Pinky’s Uncle Bobby joined us and it was great to see him find his inner kid as he strapped into ride after dizzying ride with screamers, dreamers, and teeners. After lunch it was water slides and favorite rides. Sun-baked and tired he wistfully remarked on the long ride home that he had always harbored a secret desire to take an ultimate road trip…one that would take him to all of the great American roller coasters. I had to smile. I think everyone has a secret road trip waiting to happen.
My Curly Girl wants to follow the road to the history of this great country. My workmate Kevin was a former ‘deadhead’ who pursued his favorite rock band across the USA. I recently read an article about a couple of guys who spent a summer seeing a game at every Major League Baseball park in the U.S. and Canada. And there was the Parade story about a family who set out to see every national park in the country. Whether it’s me and you and a dog named Boo or Thelma and Louise, the dream lives and the black top calls. I think it’s why we all stop and turn our heads every time we see a beautifully restored muscle car…it’s a siren call from the age of cruising…when gas was cheap and you could tell a Chevy from a Ford.
My ultimate road trip would be in a restored VW camper/bus with the pirates…heading down the west coast towards L.A., the music blasting and no agenda…looking for adventure and instagram memories. Sometimes it’s about the people you meet along the way, and sometimes it’s about the people with whom you share the ride. Like in Almost Famous, on the rock bus, when a young William Miller tells Penny Lane he has to get home and she flashes her fingers in his face and says, ‘You are home’. I hope our Bobby finds enough magic in the universe to hit the highway and find his perfect coasters. At heart we’re all roadies…so why fight it? Go ahead and spark up this old Doobie Brothers classic to get your mojo working and enjoy the trip!