It’s always been about pushing the envelope, seeing what can be done and then pushing it a little more.
At first, I was just trying to escape; the world just seemed so heavy. But after that first trip, that first taste of discovery, that first feeling of freedom, it quickly became its own thing, took on its own meaning.
Weeks turned into months, the miles became unending – and “do you think my car can make it here?” Was quickly replaced with a simple “watch me”.
Suddenly, the country opened up and adventures I couldn’t have ever imagined commenced. Nothing could stop me, not lack of fuel, not bad weather, not fatigue. If there was a road there was a way.
All the sudden it’s been two years and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. The freedom of the road only ends when one says it does – and as long as my Tesla can drive forward, I’m here for the ride
