Every night I'd tell myself that I'd had enough, that I'd pack it in and settle down. Every morning I'd wake up, crawl back into the car and drive. I thought "Why not? Why not keep driving, There's no reason to stop". I was on the road for 13 months in all, I covered just about the whole of the United States. It wasn't the places I went to were important, it was the drive. The feeling you get when you're going fast along an empty highway and everything is flashing past. You know nothing last longer than a moment, nothing to hold you back or weigh you down. When I was driving nothing could hurt me. Then I met you.