M.P.G.

My knowledge of physics is almost nonexistent, but there is one principle that I grasp: Objects in motion tend to remain in motion.

I am one of those objects and I love to keep moving. Nothing beats a sunny day, an open road and a drive to places I’ve never been. I’m not a risk taker, but I’m a born traveler with unending curiosity for the wonders of the world, both natural and man-made. “Are we there yet?” was not something I said as a child. I was too busy checking out the scenery and playing the license plate game.

I’ve often wondered if a love of travel is a learned behavior or hard-wired in the genes. Whichever it is, everyone in my family, both young and old, is always ready for a trip. One of my aunts went to a World’s Fair in Montreal when she was in her seventies. When I asked her if she was going on a tour, her reply was, “Of course not, I don’t want the old people to slow me down.”

Currently, the pleasure police are hard at work trying to give all us vagabonds a big guilt trip about the environmental evils of traveling. Confining myself to my own acre and the small towns near me, as much as I love my home places, would not be good for my spirit.

I will continue to hit the real road, not the guilt trip road. And, incidentally, I have been averaging 44 miles per gallon this summer while doing it. Yesterday, I hit 49.1 mpg. on my way to work. I’m going for 50 next.

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