Travels with My Best Friend
My Best Friend and I look forward to the last court session in July like we were still teenagers. Heading out on the open road in our sweet ride, the Le Mirage Marathon XL, is as invigorating as a cool ocean breeze on Runaway Bay, Jamaica, which, believe me, is quite overrated as that is one unbearably sticky, humid island. Truth be told, for me there’s nothing as thrilling as the view in the rear-view mirror of the Washington Monument fading into the background as we set out on our summer vacay. (The missus, who most people don’t realize is quite the scamp, calls it “George’s Johnson.”)
The idea of driving long distances may seem a chore to most people, but for us real pleasure is found in the stopovers, the freedom to change our destinations on a........
