wanderlust

When I'm driving and I turn down a side road I like or am following whims, it is a bit of a rush to think, well, if my car breaks down right here, when I call the tow truck I will have no excuse for why I'm three miles back in the country on gravel roads. And then, when I'm back on track five minutes or an hour later, I can always tell the instant I cross over from what, why?? territory onto solid on-my-way-home. I wouldn't have to have a story to go along with stuck in the ditch on this road.