The Old Man and the Road

I'm driving on I-40, past Santa Rosa, NM, feeling pretty good about my little hero's journey when a I pass this old man puttering along on a Vespa.   He's topping out at maybe 45 miles per hour, buffeted by hot winds and huge semi trucks roaring past only inches from him.    

We pull over at the same motel and I ask him what the heck he's doing.   He says he's on his way to Chicago from Los Angeles, trying to take as many side roads as he can, but sometimes he has to get on the interstate.   The guy's 74 years old and he's taken his mighty scooter across every continent.  

He says he  doesn't like to plan too much -- he just gets as far as he gets.   When he feels like stopping, he stops.   He says that's how treats every day, even when he's not traveling.