How does one say goodbye to a "thing", a possession? Is that important? Do you remember the cars you've owned & the memories you had driving them? It's about memories. You get in, you get out, you look for your car in the rain.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road.
Healthy, free, before me,
The long brown path before me,
leading me wherever I choose.
Henceforth, I ask not good-fortune,
I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more,
postpone no more,
Done with indoor complaints,
libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content, I travel the open road."