Some of my earliest memories are from taking road trips with my father along two-lane roads in Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota, and Nebraska. I joined him as he drove from town to town, covering high school football and basketball games. I love taking road trips. And once I turned 16, I loved getting behind the wheel for hours. Through the years, eight- and ten-hour drives have been no big deal. But over the last couple of years, that’s changed. Now, my body only lets me ride in a car for about six hours before it starts causing problems. Gone are the days of my long road trips…