I just went off for two months traveling around Europe on a motorcycle and pretty much turned my phone off. I did 5 000 miles with my dad. We went through Holland Germany Austria Slovenia Croatia Bosnia Montenegro Italy... and then I did Spain and France by myself.
As life runs on the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change Neath every one a friend.
I read and walked for miles at night along the beach writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.
When they searched my car they said that they found a gasoline canister and I think duct tape. Who wouldn't have a gasoline canister on them when driving 3 000 miles across country?
Everything officers go through in any chase anywhere in the country but amped up 100 times! I'm right in the thick of things in a car going like 80 miles an hour and doing 360s in the middle of the road. It was a wild ride.
As you get older things conk out. It's a bit like a car. As long as it's something the mechanics can fix you can chug on for a few more thousand miles.
I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.
And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way stopped the car got out took us through the path in the woods where the craft was on the ground.
You know if you're Guy Kawasaki and you create a car that gets 500 miles a gallon with zero emissions people on the Internet would say: 'I could have done that in half an hour and it's been done before. What's the big deal? I expected something more from him.' Meanwhile they didn't do it right? They're still living at home with their mothers.
I don't purposely speed but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.