This is my favorite picture of the Sunchaser and is the wallpaper on my phone. That was a perfect day.

About a month ago, I posted about that Monterey to Morro Bay drive on Highway 1. That experience has gotten me thinking (along with today’s post about bad friends). That drive was the best experience I have had in a long time. Driving a route that had me out of cell coverage on one of the most amazing roads in the world by myself was incredibly peaceful. I can’t remember a time that I felt that happy and at peace, and I can’t help but feel that it was because I was alone, not in spite of it. I have a weird urge to take multi-day Sunchaser trips by myself. Something might be wrong with me, but that solitude with the car was .... something.

Everyone talks about how tough these old Toyotas are and I want to put some mileage on this thing. I bought my Infiniti in 2015 and it has 32000 miles. I’m used to driving - I like it.


Is this desire for driving solitude wrong for a person with a family? How can I justify planning time without them? What is wrong with me?