I would drive 5000 miles

At this point, I had driven over 5,000 miles. Sitting in Roger Clinton trying to visualize what 5,000 miles means, I couldn’t help but think of that song, “I Would Walk 500 Miles.” 500 miles is about the length of where I got pulled over for the second time to my destination that night in Ogden, UT. It was approximately seven hours in the car.

Walking 500 miles is ridiculous. You wouldn’t “fall down at her door” because you wouldn’t make it to her door. It’s just silly. And then you know what you’d be? You’d be that guy on the side of the road who was picking up the thing with the leg… who had no car. You’d be a guy picking up legged-things to bring back to your non-existent car. That’s not what she’s looking for. That’s not romance, my friend.