The endless Road and the fizzy Thrill

"I was driving my car, though it was more beat-up than the real one and smelled like the pine air freshener I threw out years ago. I didn't have a map. I just knew I was headed to the coast, and then I was pulling into a mountain town with tiny shops and everyone waving like they'd been expecting me. I stopped for gas, or what I thought was gas, and the attendant handed me a paper cup of cold lemonade and said "you're late for the next one." Next what? I didn't ask. I just grinned and got back on the road, windows down, some song playing that I knew every word to but can't recall now. Then a jump, and I was on a long bridge over a desert, then suddenly in a city with neon signs in a language I don't speak. I parked in front of a noodle shop and felt this fizzy, restless thrill, like I had a hundred more places left and all the time in the world. My old friend Mei was in the passenger seat at some point, reading road signs out loud, though I never saw her get in. Woke up with my hands curled like I was still gripping the wheel, wanting to keep driving."