The words ‘road’ and ‘trip’. Seperately, these words are perfectly acceptable monosyllabics. Mash them together, however, and what you’re left with is the greatest duet since Bing Crosby and David Bowie’s pa-rum-pum-pum-pum moment in Little Drummer Boy.
Road. Trip. Road Trip. Roooooooad Triiiiip. Road Trippin’. Whichever way you spin it, those words always goes down smooth. A journey of untapped potential stretches forward in front of you, laid out seductively on a tarmac carpet, it heads towards the horizon and the mystery that lies beyond it. Now, that’s what I call poetry.
“…the greatest duet since Bing Crosby and David Bowie’s pa-rum-pum-pum-pum moment…”So you’ve got some friends (congratulations), you’ve got a cracking playlist, you’ve got a map of the world and you’ve got a piggy bank (that you didn’t steal from a child) with enough money in to rent-a-car; but where are you going to go?
“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” Well, in this case, you do. Because you’re going on a road trip, remember, and this piece is all about road trips.