I was talking to my Dad the other day and he brought up a road trip he has always wanted to take. He mentions it from time-to-time, but it's so cool to hear the passion in his voice every time he mentions it.
Dad has always wanted to jump in his 1957 Austin Healey and just enjoy a nice ride on the Mother Road, from start to finish. We even talked about how he would pick me up in Amarillo and we would finish out the trip together. Not a bad father-son bonding experience, if you ask me.