let's start

Sun went down as the smiles went to snores,
The sky turned hues as the gears changed,
It was a tale of five knuckleheads, who bantered more on whose riding the shotgun than deciding whose gonna drive.

It wasn't just a road trip; it was their chance,8
To live again and completely.

They penned their moments, their memories into words; the road they measured not with numbers but the intensity of their glee.

It was a book which was bound to be found.
someone found it and now she was bound to it.

they also loved drinking soda cans at 3AM.