I actually love driving. Living in the city like Jakarta, where the traffic jam is lurking on every corner of the city, took away my love for driving.
Last month I went on a roadtrip, a 12-hour driving binge from Jakarta to my hometown of Surakarta with my best friend. It was just us, two dudes, travelling, feeling the dust, feeling every inch of the road. I was the only driver, and not just because I don’t trust my best friend to drive (I kinda don’t), but it was a challenge I give to myself, a physical and a mental challenge to drive all the way with very little rest. And we did just that, we stopped for like 20 mins for lunch, but that was it.
The going home part was a bit different though, fatigue took its toll and I had to rest my eyes for a total of 2,5 hours that includes lunch, nap(s) and dinner.
But I couldn’t ask for more. On the road, knowing my kids are safe at home with their mom, best buddy sitting next to me sharing stupid jokes, old stories, laugh at people, do irresponssible things just because. It was fun, it was a therapy for me. For a moment, my world wasn’t filled with excel sheets and keynote presentations, and balance sheets and client emails.
It was just me, my best buddy and the road. Refresh my memory on why I’ve always liked driving.