I remember riding on the back of my Dad's motorcycle when I was 9 years old in California. We'd ride for hours. From Santa Ana to Dana Point, to wherever the road took us. My dad told me, if I felt myself falling asleep, bang my helmet on his back. How could anyone fall asleep on the back of a motorcycle with all the sights to see. And, it was cold. I remember our one trip to Dana Point to overlook the beach was amazing. It was a long but beautiful ride. In California lane sharing is legal. It was scary at first riding between the cars and hoping no one would cut us off. But you got used to it and soon it was nothing to be in between cars in traffic.
The point of that story is that although I grew up here on Oahu, I did live with my Dad for a short time in Cali and after coming back home, I always missed those rides and drives. Driving up to Tahoe for a skiing trip was one of the most memorable road trips I've ever taken. We played with the radios and spoke to truckers on the way up. It was so much fun! Then you come back here, to the rock. Where you drive 4 hours, you can only go in one big circle. Life never changes here. It's the same shit different day. The ONE thing that changes is the growth and development on this small parcel of land that only creates more congestion.