I took a road trip almost nine years ago to visit my friends in Florida. Instead of going through Tennessee, Georgia then Florida, I took the long route. I woke up super early, serpentined through the Smoky Mountains and went through Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, then Florida. It was such a pretty drive and despite being almost 10 hours, it’s one of my favorites I’ve done solo.
On that Saturday morning I listened to a playlist I was working on called Classics. I put all sorts of stuff on there ranging from Motörhead to Steve Winwood, Eddie Money, Van Halen and Queen. I was on a classic rock kick during the fall of 2015 and this was largely due to the fact that I listened to this music with the close friends I was on my way to visit.
Anyway, a lot of songs from that playlist make me think of October 2015. As I was driving that morning with a large coffee in the cup holder, Gypsy came on shuffle. I was thinking about how everything was coming together and as I looked around, I realized I was going to miss him while I was away only for the weekend. I had never felt that way before, not really.
And I did miss him. So when I hear that song, I think of him, and us and a crisp fall morning in the mountains driving by myself.