There's nothing like the open road, the low rumble of a V-8 keeping your thoughts company as your destiny reveals itself in the black and blue merger of distant pavement and sky. The future in front, the past in the mirror, and behind the wheel, nothing but the present. I've covered thousands of miles in vintage cars - back and forth on Interstate 70 and Interstate 40, up the west coast as far north as Glacier National Park, and all points in between. In the beginning it was just me but now it's become something I share with my kids. These are the chronicles of our travels - Homer's narrative of our odyssey together.