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Posted April 7, 2009 I like to drive. For the Super Bowl I drove with friends and their kids from Chicago to Miami and back in a three day period. And I mean I drove, they slept much of the way. I drove all 22+ hours straight down through an ice storm that shut down the interstates. We spent one day there and drove back the next day. Almost 48 hours of driving in a 72 hour period. Crazy, perhaps. It’s a long story. The next weekend I drove from Chicago to southern Missouri, 200 miles south of St Louis, and back, twice. And again, into the worst ice storm they had ever had down there. All the power was out when I got there, so we had to leave and come back a day later. That was a long weekend and a lot of miles. I guess I am a driving fool. I have always loved road trips. I've been cycling across country, driving across country, hitchhiking across country, motorcycling around Lake Superior and the other Great Lakes (four down, Ontario is this summer), the Blue Ridge Parkway, to Sturgis, SD and elsewhere. Today, or maybe yesterday, we got in the car at 3 am to drive from Chicago to Toronto for a 90 minute meeting, and drive back home again, returning by 3 am the next day. 24 hr LeMans business trip. We will sell something, however. I promise. Driving like this is a metaphor for life, for my approach to the work that I do. Pedal to the metal. Endurance and persistence beyond reason. Going above and beyond. Doing what others would not, could not. Life is to be lived in the extreme. I don’t believe in taking it easy, and I don’t do ‘laid back’ real well. My approach to business, invention, family, motorcycling, driving, and life are all the same. Pedal to the metal. Foot to the floor, highballing like a south bound train. Not to be stopped, deterred, or slowed down. I like it that way.
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