As Tom Cochrane’s catchy tune “Life Is a Highway” blares from the radio, my kids are nestled in the backseat of our slightly battered 2005 Honda Accord. I increase the volume, exclaiming that they must recognize this classic, thanks to its feature in the beloved film Cars. I don’t wait for their replies, eagerly cranking the music even louder.
With the radio blasting at volume 20, and my speed creeping to 45 in a 35 mph zone, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of my middle-aged existence. Yet, I crave more—I want to press the accelerator and let the music fill the air.
Flashback to 1992
I’m a carefree senior at Penn State, soaking in the brilliance of a March day. Graduation looms just weeks away, and job prospects are non-existent. But surprisingly, I couldn’t care less. I had recently declined a conventional job interview; the idea felt stifling. Instead, I revel in my youth, filled with hope and endless possibilities.
Sure, uncertainty looms, but it doesn’t faze me. With time on my side, everything else can wait.
“Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long,” echoes in my mind.
My friend, Jake, suggests we take a motorcycle ride. Although I lack both a motorcycle and the necessary license, I hop on the back of his bike as we venture away from campus into the serene mountains of Central Pennsylvania.
Thirty minutes later, we find ourselves basking in the sun, sipping Cokes and dreaming about the future. The familiar intro of “Life Is a Highway” plays from a nearby boombox, and I crank it up, cherishing each moment.
“It’s too loud,” my son, Max, whines from the backseat.
“What?” I respond, slightly taken aback.
“Please turn it down. It’s too loud,” he insists.
“But you like this song, right?” I ask, curious.
“It sounds different,” he replies.
I almost launch into an explanation about the variations between the original and the Cars version, but I simply nod. “Yeah, it is a bit different.” I glance at my other son, Leo, who is covering his ears. With a smile, I dial down the volume to our usual level 8 and ease off the gas, respecting the speed limit.
As the sun warms my face, I take a deep breath, my thoughts drifting to the responsibilities ahead: homework with the boys, preparing dinner, sending out queries, squeezing in exercise, and getting them ready for bed. There’s so much to accomplish, yet time feels fleeting.
I can’t help but rush the car again. My kids and I need to get home.
“Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long,” I sing along, feeling the thrill of the moment.
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In summary, life is a journey filled with both responsibilities and joy, and while the road may seem overwhelming at times, embracing the ride with loved ones makes it worthwhile.