next year i want to moped four days out and camp. sleep under the stars with some friends and drink out of a bottle while sitting by a fire, back aching from the miles logged, mind racing from the scenery chewed. wake up the next day and keep going left, or straight, or anywhere the map tells us to go. i want it to be my last great adventure before its time for me to officially grow into the man that ive been expected to become since birth. it will happen, as ive got the will to make it so.