It often starts out as just a regular old noun, like you are going somewhere, maybe with some friends, to an exotic destination, some kind of noble adventure. Maybe just to a concert, or a bike race or to the skatepark…
For me it starts out with planning the trip, and getting ready, picking the route, packing, some clothes, peanut butter and jelly, ibuprofen, maybe a helmet and some sort of leisure machine, bike, skateboard, what have you…
Once you hit the road it’s on. Your friends, some good music, the eager anticipation of going someplace exciting, and the time getting there, bullshitting along the way. Stories narrated at four thousand RPM’s going down some highway, while navigating through the opening of an empty bottle to take a piss, after too much coffee in the AM, or too many beers later that day!
While on the road, the trip slowly develops its own personality, becomes another passenger, you learn to care about, you worry about it, you do things to ensure it’s well being.
If you start acting like an asshole, or behave inconsiderately, you might hear, “hey man, get your shit together, you are gonna ruin the trip” or “hey quit fucking around, you’re gonna mess the trip up!” While on the road, you might also hear “man this trip is great..” or “man, if it wasn’t for this trip, I think I was gonna freak out…” The trip has become it’s own entity, it’s alive, and you work to benefit the trip’s sanctity. “Yooo, I got this food for the trip, from the guy behind the counter…” You soon start to do everything for the trip!
Where you are heading, quickly becomes secondary, sometimes it even becomes irrelevant, as the time sharing miles, smiles, stories, beers, sandwiches, floor space and more soon become the primary focus with no one even aware the dynamic has changed.
You get to where you are going, you see old friends, make new ones, and they all exist within some parallel of the trip, and soon you find yourself talking to them about it, like a proud parent sharing a photo of their child hidden inside their wallet.
“oh man, the trip has been amazing, we stopped in this weird town of Rt. 19 and met this crazy dude who showed us this spot….:
The trip has become your friend, maybe even a long lost relative you lost contact with over the years, and reconnected through the dotted lines on the roadway.
When it’s done, you can’t help but start thinking about the next one as you look back, like a loved one passed, and reminisce the trip. “remember that trip? it was so awesome…” or “man I’m so bummed the trip is over, I had such a good time…”
On this last trip I went on, it was all of that and more, old friends, even older ones, new ones, places I’ve never been before, new roads, new cities, old faces, older towns, stories I’ve never heard, and others I’ve helped write. I feel like the more I travel, the more I learn, about the world at large, about my friends, and more and more, about myself, the trip has become a friend, a loved one, a mentor, a child and a parent, a bad influence and a savior.
The trip becomes all…