The Hummer is named Hummerbear -- and has the custom license plates to prove it -- plus there is a stuffed bear that rides the dashboard with me so I have some company. I was loaded up as the sun was coming up, but as usual got delayed leaving and finally left around 11am and headed off eastbound on I-90. Unlike the bikes, the Hummer is like driving a huge Lay-Z-Boy recliner with heated leather seats and a Bose sound system. Between the CDs and XM radio I had plenty to listen to and unlike the bike, was able to enjoy the music and the comfort of the cage while the wind and snow and sleet blew around me. The road was very familiar from having both driven it before and ridden it on the bike -- but the perspective was so much different.
Yet still, there is the magic of the road -- even if it is playing tag with the truckers on the Interstate and watching the world whizz by. I'm going someplace, I'm in control of my ride, my time, my route, my destination. That freedom is still there, and that is what draws me to the highway. I may not have two fists in the wind -- but I've got two hands on the wheel (most of the time).