The journey between two cities

I think it’s safe to say we all know what Nebraska looks like outside of Lincoln and Omaha. Cornfields. Open spaces. Desolation. Yet you can make going from one cluster of civilization to another entertaining as long as you’re with the right people and you know how to have fun. 

One freezing cold day in December my friend and I decided to drive to the mall in Omaha. We got in the truck and took off. At first we decided to take the backroads to Omaha. This turned out to be a mistake, because for the first 15 minutes of our drive we were stuck behind a slow moving farming trailer. Once we were finally free from that we continued our drive and finally made it to Omaha. 

After our mall trip, we decided to take the interstate back to Lincoln. In the words of Hayden Christensen, “this is where the fun begins.” Little did we know, we would be heading back to Lincoln right in the middle of a windstorm. This was also the day I learned that people in Nebraska drive fast. Very fast. So here we are in a windstorm, going 90+ miles per hour on the freeway just to keep up with traffic (for legal reasons, that’s a joke). While we were in the left lane of the three lane road, what we believed to be an intoxicated driver swerved into our lane and would’ve hit us if we hadn’t slowed down. We got past them and continued on, and I decided to make the ride less stressful by playing some music. So for most of the ride we were just jamming out to artists we both liked such as The Weeknd, Bruno Mars, Olivia Rodrigo, FINNEAS, Post Malone and many others, making the journey much more enjoyable. As we closed in on Lincoln, the laughable irony of this trip came full circle. On the other side of the highway, we saw the infamous blue flashing police lights. As we got closer we saw that the police had pulled over the exact same farming trailer that held us up for all that time! My friend and I laughed for a good 20 minutes after that. 

We finally arrived back in Lincoln and we both agreed that the ride back was the most fun we’d had in a while. So just remember, especially in such an open and spaced out place like Nebraska, it isn’t always about the destination, sometimes it’s about the journey.

By Evan Majors