It’s a rock solid insight: the open road these days is actually not a road at all, it’s a train track. The thing is, I rode an amtrak train (in the northwest) and I can assure you that it’s not the track you’ve got to worry about, it’s the train itself. I met a man who was fresh out of jail. He was on his honeymoon with a native american indian who’s name was Squirrel.

(via The Open Road | Arnold Worldwide)

February 21, 2012