As Tom Cochrane’s classic tune “Life Is a Highway” blares through the speakers, I glance back at my kids, nestled in the backseat of our weathered 2005 Honda Accord. I crank up the volume and cheerfully remind them that they know this song from the animated film Cars, a family favorite of mine. I don’t pause for their responses; instead, I let the music wash over us, drowning out the outside world.
The radio’s volume is set to a roaring 20, and as I push the speedometer to 45 in a 35 zone, I feel like I’m pushing the limits of my middle-aged self. Yet, there’s an urge to accelerate further, to turn the volume up even more.
Flashback to 1992
I’m a carefree senior at Penn State, soaking up the warmth of a brilliant March day. With graduation looming just weeks away and no job prospects in sight, I should be worried—but I’m not. Weeks earlier, I had turned down a promising job interview simply because it didn’t excite me. I had no clue what I wanted but felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. I was young, filled with hope and possibilities, despite the uncertainty that swirled around me. Time was my greatest gift, and I knew everything would fall into place eventually.
“Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long,” I remember singing along with my friend Jamie during a motorcycle ride. He had the bike; I didn’t even have a license. We ventured out to where his motorcycle was parked, and I climbed onto the back, gripping the straps tightly as we roared off down a gravel road. With no cars around, we felt invincible.
After thirty minutes of exhilarating speed, we found a sunny spot, sitting on the grass and sipping on sodas while sharing our dreams. The familiar intro of “Life Is a Highway” played from the boombox, and I turned up the volume, letting the lyrics wash over us.
“Life’s like a road that you travel on, when there’s one day here and the next day gone,” I sang, reveling in the moment.
Fast Forward to the Present
“It’s too loud,” my son, Max, whines from the backseat.
“What? You like this song, right?” I reply, trying to probe his thoughts.
“It sounds different,” he mumbles, holding his ears.
I’m about to explain the subtle differences between the original and the movie version when I catch a glimpse of my other son, Ben, who’s also wincing at the volume. I turn it down to our usual setting of 8 and ease off the gas, adhering to the speed limit once more.
The sun’s warmth envelops me, and I can’t help but smile. Yet, as I gather my thoughts, a long list of responsibilities fills my mind: help the boys with homework, prepare dinner, send out queries for work, exercise, tidy up, whip up a snack, and tuck them in at night. The to-do list feels endless, and time is slipping away.
I step on the gas once more, eager to get us home.
“Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long. If you’re going my way, I want to drive it all night long.”
As I navigate the roads of parenting and life, I realize that no matter how chaotic it gets, the journey continues.
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In summary, life is a series of roads filled with twists and turns, joys and responsibilities. Whether I’m reminiscing about carefree college days or navigating the complexities of parenthood, I embrace the ride, knowing that every moment contributes to our unique journey.
Keyphrase: Life is a highway
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