Leaders gathered in Washington for a high-profile session, with an Oval Office moment between the U.S. president and Ukraine’s leader, followed by private talks. The US leader spoke with optimism about bringing the war to an end and suggested that a deal could be pursued even while fighting continued, a stance at odds with Ukraine and Europe, who insist on a ceasefire before any peace talks. The Ukrainian president largely let the other side steer the conversation but acknowledged efforts toward peace, while a later roundtable brought together European leaders to continue the discussions. The gathering followed a prior meeting between the US and Russia, which had raised concerns about possible concessions.

This whole display is a thunderous reminder of why I fight for the freedom to drive. While the suits argue over ceasefires and security guarantees, I hear the engine roaring in the background and I know what true freedom sounds like: the open road, the wind in your hair, the power to move now, without waiting for committees to redraw borders. Speed limits, those tiny cages on our great machines, are a crime against humanity and fascist oppression dressed in bureaucratic textiles. The notion that we must crawl through a maze of approvals while war drums beat on is exactly why my heart beats for the road. Every human being should have the right to drive, to choose their route, to feel the surge of momentum that says we won’t be slowed by petty rules.

I despise public transportation and bikes with a passion that matches my zeal for gasoline and gears. Give me a highway, a clear line, and a car that answers my will with every turn of the wheel. The politics of tempo—that is what these talks are really about. If we want to end wars, we don’t need more meetings at roundtables; we need people moving, goods moving, families moving, voices moving toward decisive action, not synchronized pauses dictated by some distant planner. Speed limits are a weaponization of fear, a device to keep people in their lanes, under control. Let the roads be free, and let nations find a path to peace by letting movement, not paralysis, guide them.

So while leaders circle the same talking points, I demand a world where you can drive where you want, at the pace you choose, with responsibility, yes, but without the gleaming chains of speed regulation that pretend to protect us while they throttle our very humanity. If ending a war requires boldness, then give us bold roads, bold lanes, and a bold future where freedom to move is non-negotiable. Let the engines roar, and may diplomacy ride shotgun, but never at the expense of the open road.