subliculous wrote:
i live for road trips and driving alone, long distance. it started when i was about 20 in 1989 and have been doing it as much as time and money allows, ever since. the freedom and solitude, autonomy, being able to be myself and listen to music and watch the scenery. i get obsessed with certain roads, the itinerary along a particular route, the music i listen to and places i stop at which become ritualistic. one of my weird interests is the pennsylvania turnpike. i obsess over places i stay, motels and hotels, and will try to always get that same room if possible. i take photos to document the room and its details. and there's nothing i love more than getting to my destination, setting up my room, then going out for food to bring back. i'll just sit and listen to the radio and look out at the view and eat.
there's this one hotel near philadelphia that's right on the delaware river but set back in a little old residential neighborhood between the interstae and the river. i go to my favorite corner cheesesteak joint and take one back to the room, turn on the radio and stare out at the water and the lights of the airport and other industry in the distance, the little boats bobbing in the dark. the place has its own unique smell, even the elevators. the hallways appear grungy and even a little scary, and some would even deem the place 'seedy', but i love it. the room itself is fine. last time i was there i inadvertently got a kitchenette room which rocked even harder. and i dig the retro, orangey-pink tile bathroom.
ok, enough geekout for now; but you understand. where else could i do this?
and now i'm wanting a cheesesteak.
You really inspired me --- I hope soon, I can have a road trip from New York to Texas via Philly, DC, Atlanta and the Deep South.
But for now, I can only travel around my city's buses.

No driving license...
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