I grew up traveling South on 5 with my parents. Our quest? Disneyland. The eight hour journey down I5 was filled with adventure. Car sickness, bathroom stops, too many cars and not enough chips. There were trials, but there were also champions. A truck driver blasting his horn at my command, generous drive-thru workers and the many voices of talk radio. A drive down Interstate 5 was far more than travel, it was an epic pursuit on par with any Tolkien fantasy. I create for those on the interstate as I remember my miles and all the stories that came from them.