I am haunted by the words of the Godfather of Metal, Lemmy Kilmister, at the end of the documentary about his life, "Lemmy." I am paraphrasing, but he basically "philosophizes" about long distance romance.

He says there is no way it can work unless both partners are in the same line of work and/or both travel. His glass of Jack half empty, he states that even then it doesn't usually jive. He says the non-traveling partner can't come along on the road because that inevitably ends up disastrous and they can't stay at home and work or raise the kids, because resentment just builds up directed at the partner who is away.

Is Lemmy right? Are relationships rocked by distance unable to survive?

I live the exact scenario Lemmy describes and in fact, profession specific. My husband is a touring bass player. We are separated at least six months and sometimes/usually more each year. I just got him back for an all too short three week stretch after an extra long, three month stint of him away on tour. And somehow (and not without ups and downs) we've made it 13 years.

In my husband's line of work, the female companions tease and switch our monikers from "rock wives" to "road widows" when our loved ones depart on tour.

Whether your partner is a traveling musician, in the military or they just have frequent business trips, separation in relationships can be a challenge and raise the brows of so called "normal" couples.

Recently and quite honestly for the first time, a virtual stranger, who learned what my husband did for a living, asked me if we had an "open relationship" to cope with the distance.

The question of fidelity probably goes through a lot of people's heads when they meet someone like me, who spends a good deal of time apart from their spouse.

But, my closest friends have never begged those details. Not even in social situations lubricated by alcohol. Perhaps they assume they know the answer, but the square in me was truly shocked by this person's very …

I have reluctantly re-laced my running shoes. My trainers. The old kicks.

I had sworn off jogging after training for a marathon straight through a winter in high altitude. I never ran the marathon, but I did get achy knees, sore hips and a low back that has never really been quite the same.

I've never been fast, gazelle-like or even a strong runner. I would describe the shuffle that I (for ease of communicating what I am doing with others) call jogging, as more of a plod along. A heavy footed, tromp that gets me from point A to point B, gets my heart rate up, a sweat to break through and the lovely side effect of a clear head.

But, I had vowed "no more!" I would be a walker, a yogi, a bodyweight trainer, a kick boxer, a rebounder, even a jumper, but not a runner. No - never again.

Until I got a case of the blah, blah blues.

I was bored.

I had no motivation.

I wasn't sweating – enough.

Even my vigorous yoga practice was no longer producing the endorphins that I didn't even know I craved.

So my go to health guru, Robert Fox of Shalem Healing suggested I refocus on cardio.

At the same time I started encountering all of these svelte, lean, energetic folks who, when I pried into their fitness habits all divulged the same thing: "I run about five miles a day."

Since when did FIVE miles become the magic number?

Geez, that sounded intimidating. And long. My joints ached just thinking about it.

Yet, something was sparked. The "running bug" fire was rekindled.

Crazily ... I had no clue where to begin. (Except, I kept hearing Bon Jovi's "Runaway" in my head ... )

Even THIS certified trainer needs some fitness direction sometimes, so I consulted one of the most knowledgeable fitness professionals I know and my childhood best friend, Nicole Jackson of Be In Balance Mobile Fitness Studio.

"Where do I start?" I plead as I spied the shoes in the corner, well worn from countless miles logged months before. The IPOD was charged, killer playlist in cue. …

I don't know jack about cars. Cars are purely functional modes of transportation for me.

I can identify certain makes and models by their easily brandable features, such as the space-age shape of a Prius or the shear voluptuousness of an Expedition. I admire a lovely feat of aerodynamics like anyone else; like the elegance of each and every Mercedes Benz. I recognize that I am drawn to crossover vehicles lately, especially the Infiniti FX35 in gunmetal silver.

But, I am beyond practical when it comes to automobiles. I drive an American made, 2001 compact SUV with two self-inflicted dents that I refuse to repair due to the fact that I am certain once I do, my car karma will reset, putting me at risk for more bumps, dents and scratches.

I admire fancier rides and understand the prestige attached to specific brands, but a truck that drives reliably in the snow and gets decent gas mileage is all I need.

Cars do have their way of making their impression on me, though. I remember when I met my man wayyyy back in the day and he rolled up in a '64 cream colored Cadillac Coupe de Ville. That ride whispered to my subconscious, "The guy that drives me is a class act." He was and he still is – that car was right.

The Caddy was in almost mint condition, but I fantasized about adding a leopard pinstripe along the sides and replacing the well-worn interior with leopard-trimmed crushed red velvet.

That never happened. But, it might have had I known Gino Lopez and his family back then, who own and operate Team Gileto, one of Milwaukee's only sources for quality performance parts, suspension parts and decals. Team Gileto also specializes in adjustable suspension, including coilovers, airrides and hydraulics.

In other words, it can pimp your ride.

Team Gileto's custom car work covers a range of tastes, needs and complexity.It  can actualize whatever vision you have for your ultimate, customized whip. From conservative car magnet advertising to flashy and fun vinyl …

Two worlds rarely co-exist so effortlessly as music and fashion. (Only peanut butter and jelly, glitter and drag queens, dogs and bones even come close.)

Summerfest introduced me to the latest manifestation of this killer combo in Milwaukee-bred band Dorydrive.

Hailing from Menomonee Falls and Door County, local rock fans may recognize members from their previous projects, Echovalve and Marashino.

Currently on tour opening for Hinder, Dorydrive is heading east to push its blend of active rock, pop, metal and country sonically across the country.

I dare you not to shake it to the rocktastic cover of Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana" or not become a "DD" fan with the soaring "Never Easy."

I had the chance to interview singer Mathieu Nevitt regarding Dorydrive's onstage look and learn more about the band's Milwaukee roots in person, but a catchy cold kept me home sick, (the rock wife in me couldn't expose guys at the beginning of a tour to getting sick – I know all too well how tough life is on the road) so he graciously answered my questions via email.

Check it out and gain some insight into the cool duds rock bands get to "rock," and the gracious attitude of this band that I am highly advising you to get familiar with – if you want to be in the "know" before they surge into their impending hugeness. (Yes, I am totally predicting Dorydrive's super radio friendly sound is going to be Milwaukee's next big band to be proud of!)

OnMilwaukee.com: How did you all get together to form the band?

Mathieu Nevitt: The merger of two very prominent bands, Echovalve "Rockridge Warner Music" and Marashino, a powerful regional act hailing from Milwaukee (having toured with such acts as Crossfade and Shinedown.) Me and Zak first caught interest for Dorydrive while touring on the "Echos of Red Tour" featuring Echovalve and Joan Red. After the final date of the tour we kept in contact and decided to have a writing session with myself and the former members of Marashin…