I remember when me and my sisters would ride our bikes up and down the driveway until it was too dark to see. Sometimes we would race each other, other times we would just cruise back and forth. The driveway was our race track and the journey to the end seemed to last forever. Now when I go home to visit I walk down that old gravel drive way and I realize how short a distance we had to ride. I guess when you’re a kid it doesn’t matter how long it takes…it’s all about enjoying the ride.