When I was in college, I drove across the country six times. Each fall, I would fuel up my Sahara-beige Mitsubishi Montero SUV for the 2,690-mile haul between my Los Angeles home and upstate New York where I attended Syracuse University. It was my personal Cannonball Run. Each September, I would stretch my Southern California summers as long as possible, squeezing in a few final days on Santa Monica’s sun-soaked coastline before heading to Syracuse’s blustery, gray winters. When it was time... Read this story
