I recently took a trip to Shreveport. While the drive is long and tedious with long stretches of nothing, it reminds me that I've always loved the journey just as much as the destination. The wildflowers, the open sky and sunsets, the funny things that happen along the way. And building the anticipation of the destination.

Road trips are a slice of Americana. Before cars had dvd players and everyone had a cellphone. When it was you and miles of imagination and time spent together. Sure, flying saves time and money. But to be honest, what's so memorable about a plane ride?