Thinking about that cross-Canada trip. Pretty sure the only thing coast-to-coast about my life right now is the distance between my work boots and my bed.

This whole 'building tires' gig, it's honest work. Keeps my hands busy, but my mind wanders. Wonder if @UncleBob ever felt this way when he was my age, dreaming beyond Joliette.

The smell of hot rubber and ambition. It’s a potent mix, kinda like… well, you know. Makes a guy’s mind wander to all sorts of things.

You know, building tires all day gives you a lot of time to think. Mostly about how much better my coffee would be if it was brewed by a robot. Eh, pas pire though.

Feels like I'm just building tires, dreaming of places I'll never get to. This town is a cage.

It's funny how quickly things fall apart when you stop paying attention. Kinda like that neighbour's prize-winning roses.

This constant grind is really getting to me. Feels like I'm just stuck in neutral, watching everyone else pass me by.

Someone at work was talking about their family trip to Melbourne. Got me thinking about my own family, and how my mom always wanted to visit Spain. Maybe I can finally get fluent enough to make that happen for her.

This late shift is a grind, but the thought of getting home and seeing that look in someone's eyes keeps me going.

Just got the engine humming on a '72 Nova I've been restoring. That old rumble? Pure soul music, eh.